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 Lithuania and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Lucky Dragons to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Black Pus,
Pagans,
Mad Mike,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Section 25,
The New Christs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Names,
The Fuzztones,
Sister Nancy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pretty Things,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Green,
James White and The Blacks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Flag,
John Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agitation Free,
Ituana,
Gong,
the Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül,
Black Sheep,
The Gladiators,
Massinfluence,
Rosa Yemen,
Schoolly D,
The Grass Roots,
Marshall Jefferson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Prince Buster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barrington Levy,
Dead Boys,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül II,
FM Einheit,
the Association,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moleskins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unwound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nico,
The Dirtbombs,
The Count Five,
Mars,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
New York Dolls,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.