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 Venezuela and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sister Nancy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Barrington Levy,
The Golliwogs,
Tres Demented,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Groovy Waters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barry Ungar,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brick,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erykah Badu,
Warren Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Hood,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül II,
FM Einheit,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-101,
Motorama,
John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Drexciya,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aloha Tigers,
Jawbox,
Minor Threat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed,
Slick Rick,
Nico,
Negative Approach,
Mission of Burma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marine Girls,
Rod Modell,
Urselle,
Brass Construction,
Unrelated Segments,
Supertramp,
Spandau Ballet,
Junior Murvin,
Wolf Eyes,
The Happenings,
Camouflage,
Charles Mingus,
Pagans,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.