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 Singapore and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blake Baxter to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Leonard Cohen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Drive Like Jehu,
These Immortal Souls,
Bronski Beat,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sarah Menescal,
Moby Grape,
Bang On A Can,
Ice-T,
Organ,
Massinfluence,
UT,
Cecil Taylor,
Flash Fearless,
The Pretty Things,
The Young Rascals,
Pulsallama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Tubeway Army,
June of 44,
Joey Negro,
Animal Collective,
The Move,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Green,
Gabor Szabo,
Lungfish,
The Raincoats,
The Gun Club,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mojo Men,
Bob Dylan,
Toni Rubio,
L. Decosne,
Ken Boothe,
The Tremeloes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Modern Lovers,
Sällskapet,
The Angels of Light,
The Toasters,
The Walker Brothers,
Accadde A,
Pierre Henry,
Archie Shepp,
Japan,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dual Sessions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suicide,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.