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 Qatar and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Depeche Mode to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Machine,
X-101,
Arab on Radar,
Tom Boy,
Swell Maps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suburban Knight,
Jawbox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Smog,
The Evens,
The Real Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slave,
Magazine,
Lalann,
Arcadia,
Aloha Tigers,
Television,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television Personalities,
the Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
Leonard Cohen,
Little Man,
Colin Newman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Wells,
The Doors,
Deepchord,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ituana,
Crash Course in Science,
Quantec,
The Techniques,
Fad Gadget,
Marmalade,
Easy Going,
a-ha,
Bang On A Can,
Liliput,
Todd Rundgren,
Alton Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
Joensuu 1685,
The Seeds,
E-Dancer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül,
Alice Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Joe Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fuzztones,
The Red Krayola,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zapp,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.