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 Mexico and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Shadows of Knight to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Walker Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Absolute Body Control,
Barrington Levy,
The Leaves,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers,
Althea and Donna,
Excepter,
Section 25,
Connie Case,
Eric Copeland,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Deepchord,
The Evens,
The Pretty Things,
Gong,
The Skatalites,
Kenny Larkin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Archie Shepp,
The Dead C,
Rufus Thomas,
Blancmange,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
Motorama,
Crash Course in Science,
Warren Ellis,
David Bowie,
Todd Rundgren,
Monks,
China Crisis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Pylon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smiths,
CMW,
Clear Light,
Radio Birdman,
Tres Demented,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Wake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Black Dice,
The Red Krayola,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.