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 New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Birthday Party to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Görl,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dirtbombs,
Danielle Patucci,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New York Dolls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
MC5,
The Selecter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blues Magoos,
Scientists,
David Bowie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mission of Burma,
Jacob Miller,
The Gun Club,
Pylon,
Metal Thangz,
The Young Rascals,
Lightning Bolt,
Maurizio,
The Mojo Men,
Sparks,
Fela Kuti,
Alton Ellis,
Babytalk,
Tres Demented,
Camberwell Now,
Prince Buster,
Desert Stars,
Minutemen,
Guru Guru,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blancmange,
Anthony Braxton,
Crooked Eye,
Schoolly D,
Section 25,
Barbara Tucker,
L. Decosne,
Terry Callier,
The Leaves,
Deakin,
Rufus Thomas,
Accadde A,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
LL Cool J,
Cameo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eurythmics,
Panda Bear,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.