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 India and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Gerry Rafferty to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Funky Four + One,
Symarip,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Subhumans,
Gong,
E-Dancer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Section 25,
Urselle,
The Dead C,
Reagan Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Country Teasers,
Desert Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick Morgan,
T. Rex,
the Bar-Kays,
Marvin Gaye,
Archie Shepp,
Visage,
Grey Daturas,
R.M.O.,
Yellowson,
Newcleus,
Banda Bassotti,
Minor Threat,
Moss Icon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Angels of Light,
The American Breed,
Kaleidoscope,
Popol Vuh,
Sonny Sharrock,
Porter Ricks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Swans,
Fela Kuti,
The Searchers,
Bluetip,
Sonic Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Almond,
Shoche,
Parry Music,
The Doors,
Public Enemy,
48th St. Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.