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 Saudi Arabia and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the dance 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gories,
Lou Christie,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Age Steppers,
Patti Smith,
Icehouse,
Brand Nubian,
Godley & Creme,
K-Klass,
Sparks,
Hoover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantaleimon,
Ossler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mad Mike,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
D'Angelo,
Easy Going,
Bad Manners,
Rosa Yemen,
Supertramp,
Crash Course in Science,
Sarah Menescal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
Joensuu 1685,
Davy DMX,
The Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Animal Collective,
Josef K,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roger Hodgson,
The Buckinghams,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Dolphy,
Cheater Slicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Technova,
The Tremeloes,
Motorama,
Fad Gadget,
Pussy Galore,
Ponytail,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sällskapet,
The Grass Roots,
The Searchers,
Dave Gahan,
Jacques Brel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter & Gordon,
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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.