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 Gabon and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the disco 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring 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 electroclash 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Maurizio,
The Raincoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
MC5,
48th St. Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ludus,
Neu!,
Theoretical Girls,
Swell Maps,
Archie Shepp,
Fear,
China Crisis,
The Doors,
Vainqueur,
Robert Wyatt,
Terry Callier,
UT,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
PIL,
Arab on Radar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Mills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lightning Bolt,
The Trojans,
The Offenders,
David Bowie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hasil Adkins,
Sparks,
Pole,
kango's stein massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bad Manners,
Sight & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Spoonie Gee,
Second Layer,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skaos,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Skatalites,
Fluxion,
Von Mondo,
ABC,
Nils Olav,
Throbbing Gristle,
Al Stewart,
One Last Wish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Porter Ricks,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.