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 Vietnam and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Cowsills to the disco 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Groovy Waters,
Dawn Penn,
Magma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Duran Duran,
The Selecter,
Barrington Levy,
Donny Hathaway,
48th St. Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Heaven 17,
Sunsets and Hearts,
In Retrospect,
Tres Demented,
Silicon Teens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
Mr. Review,
Crash Course in Science,
The Red Krayola,
Porter Ricks,
Mantronix,
Soul II Soul,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hashim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Moebius,
The Martian,
Grey Daturas,
Delta 5,
Panda Bear,
The Busters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q65,
The Cowsills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smoke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harmonia,
Index,
Matthew Halsall,
Junior Murvin,
Ornette Coleman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Birthday Party,
Tim Buckley,
cv313,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.