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 Malawi and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 The Birthday Party to the punk 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Roy Ayers,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alphaville,
The Litter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lungfish,
Oblivians,
James White and The Blacks,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Danielle Patucci,
Ossler,
China Crisis,
Unwound,
Smog,
Brand Nubian,
Skaos,
Sixth Finger,
Colin Newman,
The Leaves,
Motorama,
Jacob Miller,
Laurel Aitken,
OOIOO,
X-Ray Spex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Ludus,
Goldenarms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Bananas,
Von Mondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lucky Dragons,
Dennis Brown,
the Fania All-Stars,
The United States of America,
E-Dancer,
Don Cherry,
The Black Dice,
The Beau Brummels,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Judy Mowatt,
Sam Rivers,
Gabor Szabo,
Negative Approach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul II Soul,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Steve Hackett,
Franke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.