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 Turkey 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 The Invisible to the jazz 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Trumans Water,
kango's stein massive,
Peter and Kerry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television Personalities,
Blake Baxter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Don Cherry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
World's Most,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-Ray Spex,
Barry Ungar,
Section 25,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minutemen,
Thompson Twins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Trojans,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Germs,
Con Funk Shun,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MC5,
The Cure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drexciya,
Stiv Bators,
The Victims,
Derrick Morgan,
The Music Machine,
Carl Craig,
David McCallum,
The Barracudas,
Arthur Verocai,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Green,
ABC,
Darondo,
Banda Bassotti,
X-101,
John Lydon,
Warsaw,
Freddie Wadling,
T. Rex,
Nik Kershaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Yaz,
CMW,
Procol Harum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultra Naté,
Scientists,
Rosa Yemen,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.