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 Moldova and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Suicide to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arab on Radar,
Minnie Riperton,
Yazoo,
Smog,
John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Camouflage,
B.T. Express,
The Modern Lovers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zapp,
Tommy Roe,
Von Mondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unwound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rekid,
Lou Christie,
This Heat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sister Nancy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sam Rivers,
Harry Pussy,
The Associates,
Simply Red,
Dark Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Brothers Johnson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scion,
The Fuzztones,
Alton Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Accadde A,
The Stooges,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Au Pairs,
Black Bananas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lucky Dragons,
Rosa Yemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Holt,
Robert Görl,
Peter and Kerry,
Al Stewart,
The Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.