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 Ghana and from London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Rites of Spring to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Moon,
Cheater Slicks,
Glenn Branca,
Scion,
Alton Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chrome,
Shuggie Otis,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Flash Fearless,
Morten Harket,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Basic Channel,
Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pere Ubu,
Pantaleimon,
Hardrive,
The Misunderstood,
Scan 7,
Kool Moe Dee,
Easy Going,
The Tremeloes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Wyatt,
John Holt,
The New Christs,
Rekid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crooked Eye,
Yellowson,
Pole,
the Normal,
Neil Young,
The Index,
Delta 5,
The Last Poets,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Metal Thangz,
Icehouse,
Lou Christie,
The Litter,
The Count Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
L. Decosne,
Franke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Surgeon,
Marmalade,
The Fortunes,
Duran Duran,
Oneida,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.