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 Portugal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kas Product to the funk 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
World's Most,
Blancmange,
The Gladiators,
the Swans,
Pantaleimon,
Ponytail,
Derrick Morgan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker,
Wasted Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick May,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül II,
Danielle Patucci,
Althea and Donna,
Crispy Ambulance,
Prince Buster,
FM Einheit,
Hasil Adkins,
Stetsasonic,
Camberwell Now,
Minutemen,
Public Enemy,
Michelle Simonal,
Brass Construction,
Lalann,
Nirvana,
Skarface,
Nik Kershaw,
Harry Pussy,
Pussy Galore,
Livin' Joy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T.S.O.L.,
Fela Kuti,
Spandau Ballet,
Bad Manners,
One Last Wish,
Brand Nubian,
The Knickerbockers,
Spoonie Gee,
Make Up,
Arab on Radar,
Simply Red,
Guru Guru,
H. Thieme,
Warsaw,
Quando Quango,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moleskins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultravox,
Reagan Youth,
ABBA,
Rod Modell,
The Associates,
Maleditus Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.