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 Armenia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Saints to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Steve Hackett,
Y Pants,
Boz Scaggs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Little Man,
Cameo,
Neil Young,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Kinks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ice-T,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minor Threat,
The Stooges,
Adolescents,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tommy Roe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Bowie,
R.M.O.,
The Raincoats,
Groovy Waters,
Howard Jones,
John Cale,
DNA,
Peter and Kerry,
The Durutti Column,
Pole,
The Red Krayola,
The Fall,
Livin' Joy,
Blossom Toes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neu!,
KRS-One,
the Slits,
The Fuzztones,
Sparks,
Eurythmics,
Average White Band,
Reagan Youth,
X-102,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skriet,
the Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zapp,
Spoonie Gee,
Radio Birdman,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
The Searchers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cowsills,
Roxy Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Move,
Underground Resistance,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.