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 Vanuatu and from Lille.
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 Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Gerry Rafferty to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Ponytail,
Crash Course in Science,
Fluxion,
Connie Case,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Mo-Dettes,
The Knickerbockers,
Liliput,
Pulsallama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Hood,
Television Personalities,
Fatback Band,
Fad Gadget,
Graham Central Station,
JFA,
Tim Buckley,
Rotary Connection,
Sister Nancy,
Sam Rivers,
Mars,
Tres Demented,
Harry Pussy,
Joey Negro,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spandau Ballet,
Fela Kuti,
Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Intrusion,
T. Rex,
Trumans Water,
Susan Cadogan,
Simply Red,
Agitation Free,
Lungfish,
Terry Callier,
the Germs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harmonia,
Gabor Szabo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Panda Bear,
Joy Division,
X-102,
Jeff Lynne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lucky Dragons,
Hasil Adkins,
Y Pants,
Slave,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.