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 Benin and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Negative Approach to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
Ituana,
Sonic Youth,
the Normal,
The Fuzztones,
ABBA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sällskapet,
Country Teasers,
Todd Terry,
Can,
Pussy Galore,
The Leaves,
Bob Dylan,
T.S.O.L.,
Cecil Taylor,
Steve Hackett,
Flash Fearless,
Ronnie Foster,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers,
Terry Callier,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deepchord,
Zero Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funkadelic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alphaville,
Oneida,
Whodini,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Skatalites,
The Young Rascals,
Pole,
Audionom,
Sandy B,
The Fire Engines,
Japan,
Black Moon,
Brothers Johnson,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bluetip,
Sex Pistols,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle 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.