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 Tunisia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Kenny Larkin to the funk 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Roxy Music,
Ponytail,
Crime,
Pole,
Brand Nubian,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Rundgren,
Bob Dylan,
The Fall,
Lindisfarne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Invisible,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fortunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grauzone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brass Construction,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Max Romeo,
New Age Steppers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bronski Beat,
Iggy Pop,
Kayak,
ABBA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The New Christs,
Jeff Lynne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dual Sessions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Litter,
Kaleidoscope,
The Trojans,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlback,
JFA,
Dead Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Excepter,
David McCallum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
D'Angelo,
John Cale,
The Index,
Eddi Front,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cheater Slicks,
B.T. Express,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry's Kids,
L. Decosne,
Dawn Penn,
Lightning Bolt,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.