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 Lithuania and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the rock 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Oblivians,
the Swans,
Severed Heads,
Erykah Badu,
Black Pus,
Echospace,
Can,
the Association,
Aural Exciters,
The United States of America,
Sandy B,
Technova,
Fela Kuti,
kango's stein massive,
L. Decosne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Qualms,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pretty Things,
The Wake,
Fat Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Sonic Youth,
Heaven 17,
Blossom Toes,
Davy DMX,
Ponytail,
Pierre Henry,
Colin Newman,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Enemy,
Grauzone,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shuggie Otis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q65,
Infiniti,
David Bowie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Victims,
Al Stewart,
Connie Case,
Moby Grape,
Aloha Tigers,
Rekid,
Scrapy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxy Music,
Black Moon,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.