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 Slovakia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Kaleidoscope to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Pierre Henry,
Panda Bear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Green,
Tears for Fears,
Ossler,
Malaria!,
Black Bananas,
Yellowson,
The Techniques,
48th St. Collective,
The Music Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Christie,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry's Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Walker Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Black Moon,
AZ,
The Remains,
Reagan Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yaz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker,
Skaos,
Trumans Water,
Darondo,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Patti Smith,
Ronan,
Outsiders,
Schoolly D,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cybotron,
Bill Near,
Mad Mike,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
UT,
The Victims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dead C,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slave,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.