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 Vietnam and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Piero Umiliani,
Camberwell Now,
Grauzone,
Half Japanese,
Albert Ayler,
Bluetip,
Audionom,
Ohio Players,
Davy DMX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sandy B,
Henry Cow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faraquet,
Kurtis Blow,
Fela Kuti,
Sex Pistols,
Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Foxx,
Nik Kershaw,
JFA,
Mo-Dettes,
Icehouse,
Byron Stingily,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick May,
Hashim,
Underground Resistance,
Rod Modell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerri Chandler,
OOIOO,
The Walker Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Hill,
Arab on Radar,
The Gories,
Tears for Fears,
The Moleskins,
EPMD,
China Crisis,
LL Cool J,
New Age Steppers,
Eden Ahbez,
Mars,
Freddie Wadling,
The Golliwogs,
Joey Negro,
Pere Ubu,
Surgeon,
Section 25,
The Barracudas,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sonics,
Television Personalities,
Bad Manners,
The Index,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.