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 Dominica 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zero Boys to the grunge 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Nico,
Procol Harum,
Godley & Creme,
Infiniti,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
The Neon Judgement,
Rod Modell,
Barrington Levy,
Sugar Minott,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crooked Eye,
The Pop Group,
The Slackers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Toni Rubio,
Fad Gadget,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scion,
The Smoke,
Archie Shepp,
Pole,
Joey Negro,
The Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zapp,
Hoover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lakeside,
DJ Style,
Juan Atkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rufus Thomas,
Metal Thangz,
The Gun Club,
Dave Gahan,
AZ,
The Star Department,
the Soft Cell,
Section 25,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visage,
Babytalk,
Donald Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Fatback Band,
Joy Division,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stiv Bators,
Arab on Radar,
The Modern Lovers,
Absolute Body Control,
Morten Harket,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.