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 Belize and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Slits to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Gabor Szabo,
Grey Daturas,
Nirvana,
Jawbox,
Khruangbin,
Roxy Music,
The New Christs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q and Not U,
Ultra Naté,
Flipper,
Faraquet,
Von Mondo,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mummies,
The Fugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rod Modell,
Half Japanese,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Finger,
Gong,
Ultravox,
Subhumans,
Tom Boy,
Don Cherry,
Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Smooth,
Warsaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Audionom,
Harmonia,
The Gories,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
Yazoo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deepchord,
The Trojans,
Derrick May,
Icehouse,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deakin,
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magma,
The Martian,
Pierre Henry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül,
The Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.