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 Bhutan 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fall to the rock 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Radio Birdman,
The Standells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Womack,
Clear Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Charles Mingus,
The Blues Magoos,
The Black Dice,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skarface,
Barrington Levy,
the Swans,
F. McDonald,
Adolescents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cure,
Maurizio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Almond,
T.S.O.L.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Albert Ayler,
Cybotron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vainqueur,
The United States of America,
Cymande,
Icehouse,
The Gun Club,
These Immortal Souls,
Rosa Yemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Al Stewart,
MDC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Yusef Lateef,
Kas Product,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Visage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Colin Newman,
Gabor Szabo,
Nas,
Fela Kuti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Normal,
Little Man,
Drexciya,
Jerry's Kids,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.