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 Netherlands and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 ABBA to the disco 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Goldenarms,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agent Orange,
Subhumans,
Duran Duran,
Absolute Body Control,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cure,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
The Neon Judgement,
Agitation Free,
Vainqueur,
Trumans Water,
Gang of Four,
Sonic Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Idris Muhammad,
Symarip,
Iggy Pop,
The Cowsills,
The Golliwogs,
Pole,
Glenn Branca,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oblivians,
Robert Wyatt,
Bronski Beat,
Yaz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
EPMD,
June of 44,
The Fortunes,
Moby Grape,
Joe Finger,
LL Cool J,
the Association,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lyres,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Judy Mowatt,
Little Man,
E-Dancer,
Skaos,
Roger Hodgson,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris & Cosey,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Lydon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Machine,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.