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 United Kingdom and from New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ken Boothe to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Qualms,
Rosa Yemen,
Rites of Spring,
Make Up,
Fugazi,
June Days,
Masters at Work,
Yaz,
Eli Mardock,
Roger Hodgson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mummies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Rundgren,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Theoretical Girls,
Wasted Youth,
The Martian,
Magma,
MC5,
Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
World's Most,
The Toasters,
Boz Scaggs,
China Crisis,
Television,
Loose Ends,
The Smoke,
Nils Olav,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultra Naté,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
KRS-One,
Chrome,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Real Kids,
Gichy Dan,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Style,
Skaos,
Sonic Youth,
The Last Poets,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nik Kershaw,
The Barracudas,
Chris Corsano,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
Aural Exciters,
Ornette Coleman,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Starr,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.