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 Romania and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Banda Bassotti to the jazz 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Rakim,
Neil Young,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barry Ungar,
Animal Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
In Retrospect,
The Star Department,
F. McDonald,
Marine Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Von Mondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yaz,
The Invisible,
Bill Near,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Half Japanese,
Deadbeat,
Graham Central Station,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Sheep,
Kurtis Blow,
Monolake,
MDC,
The Fall,
Derrick Morgan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
China Crisis,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Zeros,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slackers,
Outsiders,
The Music Machine,
Bauhaus,
Brick,
June Days,
Black Flag,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sound Behaviour,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amazonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
U.S. Maple,
Rapeman,
The Associates,
Tres Demented,
Roxy Music,
Wire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Saccharine Trust,
The Black Dice,
Judy Mowatt,
Magma,
Nirvana,
Pierre Henry,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.