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 Monaco 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Brass Construction,
Magma,
Ludus,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gabor Szabo,
Circle Jerks,
Liliput,
Radio Birdman,
The Cowsills,
Organ,
Yellowson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shoche,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Von Mondo,
Grauzone,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
D'Angelo,
The Gories,
Depeche Mode,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ornette Coleman,
Albert Ayler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dark Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angry Samoans,
Ohio Players,
Godley & Creme,
Quando Quango,
Sällskapet,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Skatalites,
The Fall,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gladiators,
Bush Tetras,
Alison Limerick,
Iggy Pop,
Niagra,
Spandau Ballet,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Christie,
Roxy Music,
The Remains,
Boz Scaggs,
Toni Rubio,
Ronnie Foster,
The Count Five,
Charles Mingus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fortunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funky Four + One,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.