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 Kazakhstan and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Eurythmics to the rap 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Severed Heads,
Jandek,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Interpol,
Ultravox,
Make Up,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lindisfarne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agitation Free,
Hashim,
The Stooges,
The Cure,
The Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Suburban Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fall,
Unrelated Segments,
Sarah Menescal,
UT,
The Selecter,
Pharoah Sanders,
U.S. Maple,
Malaria!,
Darondo,
Cal Tjader,
Sonic Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ossler,
Aaron Thompson,
K-Klass,
Hoover,
Inner City,
Kerri Chandler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Piero Umiliani,
Crooked Eye,
The Golliwogs,
John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
Section 25,
Joe Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Morten Harket,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Certain Ratio,
Patti Smith,
Magazine,
The Count Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.