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 Marshall Islands and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nico to the grunge 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Audionom,
Skaos,
The Toasters,
Scion,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smoke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Dual Sessions,
Yusef Lateef,
Flamin' Groovies,
Inner City,
Grey Daturas,
Bauhaus,
Suicide,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monks,
Model 500,
KRS-One,
Accadde A,
The Raincoats,
Faust,
Magma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick Morgan,
Heaven 17,
Zero Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Neon Judgement,
The Names,
Clear Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Detroit Cobras,
EPMD,
Jerry's Kids,
Infiniti,
The Buckinghams,
The Real Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liliput,
Youth Brigade,
Sparks,
Toni Rubio,
Sex Pistols,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
The Velvet Underground,
Von Mondo,
Subhumans,
X-101,
Suburban Knight,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.