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 Latvia 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Reuben Wilson to the jazz 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultra Naté,
Pole,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cameo,
Thompson Twins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brass Construction,
Sällskapet,
Nick Fraelich,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Busters,
the Normal,
The Fuzztones,
Mandrill,
Young Marble Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faust,
Fugazi,
Man Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Oneida,
Joe Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Procol Harum,
New York Dolls,
Eden Ahbez,
La Düsseldorf,
Rekid,
Chris & Cosey,
John Foxx,
ABC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
LL Cool J,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slave,
Dave Gahan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Altered Images,
Spoonie Gee,
the Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed,
Prince Buster,
Kurtis Blow,
John Cale,
MDC,
Interpol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pierre Henry,
Can,
the Swans,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.