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 Morocco and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Offenders to the rap 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Dolphy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Lynne,
Wasted Youth,
Blancmange,
Minnie Riperton,
Byron Stingily,
Nation of Ulysses,
Infiniti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Subhumans,
UT,
The Detroit Cobras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hot Snakes,
Drive Like Jehu,
OOIOO,
Juan Atkins,
The Stooges,
The Grass Roots,
Rekid,
K-Klass,
Faust,
Fugazi,
Alton Ellis,
Slave,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vainqueur,
China Crisis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Sheep,
Suburban Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Quando Quango,
Eurythmics,
The Standells,
Hasil Adkins,
Ten City,
The Wake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Michelle Simonal,
a-ha,
F. McDonald,
Newcleus,
The Walker Brothers,
Rakim,
Tom Boy,
Amazonics,
Marmalade,
Cameo,
Ossler,
Sister Nancy,
Connie Case,
Gong,
The Gladiators,
The Five Americans,
The Associates,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.