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 Tunisia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Buzzcocks,
Monolake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reagan Youth,
Ten City,
Interpol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Roxy Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Albert Ayler,
a-ha,
Dennis Brown,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra,
cv313,
Quadrant,
Johnny Clarke,
Piero Umiliani,
CMW,
the Germs,
Panda Bear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magazine,
Boz Scaggs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Absolute Body Control,
Al Stewart,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ornette Coleman,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MDC,
Sam Rivers,
Excepter,
Nico,
The Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
The Residents,
Idris Muhammad,
T. Rex,
The Divine Comedy,
the Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Vladislav Delay,
Mr. Review,
Sexual Harrassment,
U.S. Maple,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blake Baxter,
Bang On A Can,
Pantytec,
The Knickerbockers,
Siglo XX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.