Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nigeria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pagans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Funky Four + One,
Black Bananas,
Ultravox,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker,
Roxette,
Ken Boothe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Panda Bear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slick Rick,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Holt,
Scratch Acid,
MDC,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Count Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Nas,
Fugazi,
Darondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Royal Trux,
Hasil Adkins,
Dave Gahan,
The Cramps,
The Modern Lovers,
ABBA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Supertramp,
The Velvet Underground,
Bob Dylan,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Ituana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stetsasonic,
The Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
John Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David McCallum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry's Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.