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 Peru and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Ludus 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Nils Olav,
L. Decosne,
The Birthday Party,
Kas Product,
June of 44,
Faraquet,
Yaz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Teasers,
Flash Fearless,
Radio Birdman,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Vogues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rekid,
Clear Light,
X-101,
X-102,
Pantaleimon,
Danielle Patucci,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tim Buckley,
Swell Maps,
Excepter,
Mantronix,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Section 25,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Halsall,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül II,
The Cramps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Almond,
Interpol,
The Red Krayola,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxette,
Lower 48,
Pylon,
Nirvana,
The Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Byron Stingily,
the Swans,
Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Near,
Urselle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arab on Radar,
PIL,
Mad Mike,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.