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 Vanuatu and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxy Music,
The Human League,
Albert Ayler,
The Five Americans,
Eli Mardock,
Bauhaus,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter and Kerry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cowsills,
Cheater Slicks,
Anakelly,
Half Japanese,
Joensuu 1685,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Saints,
Zero Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Qualms,
Skarface,
Hashim,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mojo Men,
Television Personalities,
Quantec,
The Birthday Party,
Kurtis Blow,
The Index,
Scratch Acid,
The Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marcia Griffiths,
Al Stewart,
Flamin' Groovies,
Iggy Pop,
Stiv Bators,
The Grass Roots,
The Star Department,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gichy Dan,
The Stooges,
Main Source,
Alice Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Audionom,
The Modern Lovers,
LL Cool J,
Joe Smooth,
John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Certain Ratio,
Fugazi,
Brick,
Sällskapet,
Japan,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry's Kids,
Supertramp,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.