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 Mozambique and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
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 sitar 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 Fuzztones to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Thee Headcoats,
The Invisible,
Iggy Pop,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Byron Stingily,
Sight & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalann,
Sun City Girls,
LL Cool J,
Schoolly D,
Whodini,
Yazoo,
Organ,
Shuggie Otis,
Darondo,
The Angels of Light,
The Moody Blues,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gories,
Rites of Spring,
Mad Mike,
Pussy Galore,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Bourne,
The Buckinghams,
Marvin Gaye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anakelly,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Evens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ituana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Suicide,
Robert Wyatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Stiv Bators,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bluetip,
10cc,
Silicon Teens,
the Normal,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Searchers,
Bobby Sherman,
Moebius,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eve St. Jones,
Model 500,
Nas,
Unrelated Segments,
Qualms,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.