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 Denmark and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Bananas to the crunk 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monolake,
Steve Hackett,
Connie Case,
David McCallum,
Lightning Bolt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythm & Sound,
Henry Cow,
The Blackbyrds,
New York Dolls,
T. Rex,
Don Cherry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fela Kuti,
June Days,
The Cramps,
Smog,
Severed Heads,
Morten Harket,
Juan Atkins,
The Human League,
Rod Modell,
H. Thieme,
The Modern Lovers,
Underground Resistance,
The Offenders,
Popol Vuh,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cure,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharoah Sanders,
Archie Shepp,
Ponytail,
Howard Jones,
Moss Icon,
Quando Quango,
Newcleus,
Delon & Dalcan,
La Düsseldorf,
Janne Schatter,
Alton Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Eurythmics,
Idris Muhammad,
The J.B.'s,
kango's stein massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magma,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Toasters,
X-101,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül,
Can,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.