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 Maldives and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ornette Coleman to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Alphaville,
Flipper,
The Cure,
Liliput,
ABBA,
Icehouse,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visage,
Bill Near,
Danielle Patucci,
Roger Hodgson,
Trumans Water,
Drexciya,
The New Christs,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fugazi,
Blossom Toes,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra,
Intrusion,
Nils Olav,
The Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
D'Angelo,
Scratch Acid,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Dorothy Ashby,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arcadia,
Piero Umiliani,
Terry Callier,
The Sound,
U.S. Maple,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry's Kids,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Smog,
Donny Hathaway,
June Days,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Kerri Chandler,
Half Japanese,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash,
JFA,
Guru Guru,
Tim Buckley,
James White and The Blacks,
Lungfish,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.