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 Equatorial Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Crooked Eye to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Max Romeo,
Sister Nancy,
June Days,
Radio Birdman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pulsallama,
the Swans,
Faust,
Ice-T,
The Remains,
Country Teasers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Red Krayola,
Tres Demented,
Schoolly D,
EPMD,
Alison Limerick,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacob Miller,
Lakeside,
Rakim,
Brick,
The Names,
Ultravox,
CMW,
Interpol,
Black Bananas,
Kerri Chandler,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra,
Dawn Penn,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
F. McDonald,
Mars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Enemy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Wells,
Icehouse,
The Last Poets,
The Victims,
Amon Düül II,
Oblivians,
Gang of Four,
Tears for Fears,
Lyres,
Rites of Spring,
Loose Ends,
Angry Samoans,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
The Black Dice,
Theoretical Girls,
PIL,
Young Marble Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Joy Division,
Flash Fearless,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.