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 Guyana and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Davy DMX,
Gang of Four,
Howard Jones,
Essential Logic,
Mandrill,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantytec,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zapp,
Franke,
Tom Boy,
K-Klass,
Graham Central Station,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Order,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heaven 17,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bad Manners,
Blossom Toes,
Bang On A Can,
Circle Jerks,
Half Japanese,
Leonard Cohen,
The Black Dice,
PIL,
Public Enemy,
Freddie Wadling,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slits,
The Barracudas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ohio Players,
Barry Ungar,
Nirvana,
Gong,
Derrick Morgan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
KRS-One,
The Gladiators,
Subhumans,
The Young Rascals,
The Victims,
Derrick May,
Metal Thangz,
Visage,
Von Mondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sight & Sound,
a-ha,
World's Most,
EPMD,
CMW,
Bush Tetras,
E-Dancer,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.