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 Comoros and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Black Dice to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fad Gadget,
Nik Kershaw,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dead C,
Sex Pistols,
Jacques Brel,
John Foxx,
The Busters,
DNA,
Theoretical Girls,
Zapp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drexciya,
Nas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris Corsano,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Cheater Slicks,
The Motions,
Agent Orange,
The Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
John Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Almond,
Scan 7,
The United States of America,
Moby Grape,
Marine Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Accadde A,
Das Ding,
Niagra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Black Flag,
Minny Pops,
Robert Hood,
The Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scientists,
Girls At Our Best!,
Technova,
Q65,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.