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 Belgium and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Buckinghams to the crunk 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jandek,
The Buckinghams,
The Last Poets,
The Seeds,
The Stooges,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sixth Finger,
Wire,
Marc Almond,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy Collins,
Stiv Bators,
The Move,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Tres Demented,
Iggy Pop,
Davy DMX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brass Construction,
Accadde A,
One Last Wish,
Amazonics,
The Names,
E-Dancer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television Personalities,
Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultra Naté,
Wasted Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
The Victims,
Warren Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Barracudas,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick May,
LL Cool J,
The Searchers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cramps,
the Association,
Toni Rubio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T. Rex,
Sight & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
The Leaves,
Barclay James Harvest,
Surgeon,
Jeff Lynne,
Malaria!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Archie Shepp,
The Toasters,
JFA,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.