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 Libya and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan 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 sitar 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 Gang Starr to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Neu!,
Albert Ayler,
Interpol,
Organ,
The Moody Blues,
MC5,
Deakin,
Tres Demented,
Rosa Yemen,
Bronski Beat,
Cameo,
Flipper,
Vladislav Delay,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fear,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Pus,
Arthur Verocai,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sällskapet,
The Fugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dual Sessions,
David Bowie,
Nas,
Al Stewart,
Fat Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cramps,
The Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronan,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Piero Umiliani,
Thee Headcoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Knickerbockers,
Magma,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cure,
Barrington Levy,
Bob Dylan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Wells,
Adolescents,
Danielle Patucci,
Rekid,
Amon Düül,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Toasters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ice-T,
Josef K,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.