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 Kosovo and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Ossler,
Iggy Pop,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Sällskapet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Standells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siglo XX,
Freddie Wadling,
Sam Rivers,
Bush Tetras,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Teasers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Interpol,
The Cure,
E-Dancer,
Depeche Mode,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Con Funk Shun,
Thompson Twins,
Nik Kershaw,
Bronski Beat,
Brick,
Urselle,
Silicon Teens,
The Flesh Eaters,
KRS-One,
X-102,
Monolake,
Tres Demented,
the Bar-Kays,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radio Birdman,
Hoover,
Saccharine Trust,
Dark Day,
Faraquet,
Pylon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minnie Riperton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül II,
Whodini,
Bobby Womack,
Gastr Del Sol,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Hood,
Sun City Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.