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 Costa Rica and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stooges to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
DJ Sneak,
Pylon,
Nils Olav,
Technova,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pulsallama,
Accadde A,
Darondo,
Bang On A Can,
Henry Cow,
The Barracudas,
Blossom Toes,
Faust,
Brand Nubian,
ABBA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jandek,
Brothers Johnson,
The Busters,
Barrington Levy,
Quadrant,
The Zeros,
Nick Fraelich,
Kayak,
Mad Mike,
The Smiths,
Stetsasonic,
the Human League,
Brick,
Don Cherry,
The Raincoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blancmange,
Malaria!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sonics,
Prince Buster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heaven 17,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joey Negro,
The Count Five,
Echospace,
Minny Pops,
Ice-T,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lyres,
Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
Leonard Cohen,
KRS-One,
Robert Görl,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.