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 Cuba and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 kango's stein massive to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Qualms,
Matthew Halsall,
Niagra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warsaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Morten Harket,
The Stooges,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pussy Galore,
The Trojans,
Q and Not U,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lower 48,
Liliput,
Johnny Clarke,
Dawn Penn,
Juan Atkins,
The Residents,
The Leaves,
Porter Ricks,
the Swans,
Scott Walker,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funkadelic,
John Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
The Kinks,
Pylon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camouflage,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Letta Mbulu,
The Last Poets,
Rekid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minny Pops,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare,
Monolake,
Agitation Free,
Rites of Spring,
The Raincoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Rundgren,
Arcadia,
Joensuu 1685,
Cal Tjader,
Isaac Hayes,
Sällskapet,
Harmonia,
Eddi Front,
Icehouse,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.