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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grass Roots to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Eden Ahbez,
Schoolly D,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Victims,
Neil Young,
L. Decosne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amazonics,
Nirvana,
Dave Gahan,
Gregory Isaacs,
cv313,
Fela Kuti,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
H. Thieme,
June Days,
Ronnie Foster,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Hood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Simply Red,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Golliwogs,
Ossler,
Fluxion,
Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Alton Ellis,
Crime,
China Crisis,
Hardrive,
Neu!,
The Standells,
Thompson Twins,
Main Source,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suburban Knight,
Supertramp,
Easy Going,
Deadbeat,
Sight & Sound,
Siglo XX,
X-Ray Spex,
Scan 7,
Crooked Eye,
Organ,
Ronan,
Yaz,
Ultra Naté,
Half Japanese,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oblivians,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.