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 Uzbekistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Severed Heads to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wings,
10cc,
The Five Americans,
David Axelrod,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris Corsano,
Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
The Angels of Light,
The Young Rascals,
Organ,
Lightning Bolt,
Theoretical Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Donny Hathaway,
Lyres,
The Remains,
Wire,
The Real Kids,
The Barracudas,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül,
Y Pants,
Eric Copeland,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Das Ding,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Knickerbockers,
Pulsallama,
Morten Harket,
The Residents,
Groovy Waters,
Cameo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Steve Hackett,
Alison Limerick,
Graham Central Station,
CMW,
Pierre Henry,
ABC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Second Layer,
FM Einheit,
The Standells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blake Baxter,
Boredoms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Buzzcocks,
The Moody Blues,
Severed Heads,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aural Exciters,
Echospace,
Dead Boys,
cv313,
Aaron Thompson,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.