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 Algeria and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Germs to the jazz 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Joy Division,
Kas Product,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerri Chandler,
48th St. Collective,
Siglo XX,
The Gun Club,
Drive Like Jehu,
Al Stewart,
Second Layer,
Josef K,
Harry Pussy,
Minny Pops,
The Knickerbockers,
Alton Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bronski Beat,
Cymande,
Kayak,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Flag,
The Busters,
Dual Sessions,
The Cure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
The Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick May,
Alison Limerick,
the Human League,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maurizio,
Grey Daturas,
Rakim,
Zapp,
Gang Starr,
H. Thieme,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Martian,
Infiniti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Leonard Cohen,
Crime,
Bob Dylan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Essential Logic,
Monolake,
New York Dolls,
10cc,
Suicide,
Steve Hackett,
Dark Day,
Funky Four + One,
The Fall,
Agitation Free,
Nils Olav,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.