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 Guatemala and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 MDC to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Fela Kuti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ornette Coleman,
Flipper,
Deadbeat,
Siglo XX,
The Walker Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
L. Decosne,
The Skatalites,
Masters at Work,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Intrusion,
Althea and Donna,
Surgeon,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Minnie Riperton,
Mandrill,
The Fall,
Zero Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Leonard Cohen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harpers Bizarre,
Technova,
Eric Copeland,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-101,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crash Course in Science,
This Heat,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Enemy,
Japan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sister Nancy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Flag,
Alton Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Velvet Underground,
The Victims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Sound Behaviour,
Marine Girls,
Wings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Don Cherry,
Steve Hackett,
Gichy Dan,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.