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 Argentina and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Cramps to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
MC5,
Sound Behaviour,
Delta 5,
Los Fastidios,
Masters at Work,
Interpol,
The Misunderstood,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Negative Approach,
DJ Sneak,
Hashim,
U.S. Maple,
Reagan Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Average White Band,
Colin Newman,
The Selecter,
Rapeman,
Ossler,
Cybotron,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mummies,
June of 44,
Kayak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül II,
The Music Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suburban Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joyce Sims,
Sandy B,
Sparks,
Wire,
Goldenarms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ken Boothe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dennis Brown,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Skatalites,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Görl,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wings,
Connie Case,
Todd Terry,
Tim Buckley,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Bananas,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.