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 Haiti and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Amon Düül to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Youth Brigade,
James White and The Blacks,
the Sonics,
Marmalade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tommy Roe,
The Vogues,
Buzzcocks,
Gong,
Anakelly,
Aswad,
Gang Green,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blake Baxter,
Hot Snakes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rekid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radio Birdman,
Los Fastidios,
Nirvana,
Neil Young,
The Martian,
Ponytail,
The Barracudas,
Cecil Taylor,
Severed Heads,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Trumans Water,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxy Music,
Byron Stingily,
Piero Umiliani,
Visage,
The Fortunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kenny Larkin,
The Litter,
The Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacques Brel,
Popol Vuh,
Black Sheep,
Joe Finger,
Television,
The Beau Brummels,
The Victims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Music Machine,
Massinfluence,
Colin Newman,
The Evens,
Dave Gahan,
Shoche,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.