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 Poland and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Smoke to the rock 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magma,
June Days,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blake Baxter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiohead,
Fela Kuti,
Intrusion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Residents,
Jacob Miller,
Kurtis Blow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lightning Bolt,
H. Thieme,
Davy DMX,
Subhumans,
Masters at Work,
Motorama,
Second Layer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sex Pistols,
Tommy Roe,
Slave,
Junior Murvin,
Yellowson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul II Soul,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Black Dice,
Toni Rubio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
B.T. Express,
Black Bananas,
Aswad,
Simply Red,
the Bar-Kays,
Blancmange,
X-102,
Panda Bear,
The Red Krayola,
cv313,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Archie Shepp,
Royal Trux,
Cal Tjader,
Camouflage,
Susan Cadogan,
Harmonia,
Shuggie Otis,
Dead Boys,
The Stooges,
Unwound,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.