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 Norway and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Holger Czukay 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 Velvet Underground 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ituana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Altered Images,
Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
E-Dancer,
The Fugs,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slave,
Qualms,
Banda Bassotti,
Erasure,
kango's stein massive,
Supertramp,
Ohio Players,
Second Layer,
Tears for Fears,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marine Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boz Scaggs,
Thompson Twins,
The Barracudas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy Collins,
Easy Going,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Dawn Penn,
B.T. Express,
Eve St. Jones,
Tres Demented,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
PIL,
Johnny Clarke,
Crash Course in Science,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aural Exciters,
Quadrant,
Sällskapet,
Adolescents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Y Pants,
Main Source,
Gil Scott Heron,
Los Fastidios,
Bush Tetras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.