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 Congo and from New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Christs to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
FM Einheit,
The Dirtbombs,
Freddie Wadling,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Remains,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacob Miller,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T. Rex,
Essential Logic,
Grauzone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Age Steppers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bronski Beat,
cv313,
One Last Wish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eli Mardock,
Patti Smith,
Minny Pops,
Yusef Lateef,
Eurythmics,
DNA,
The Five Americans,
Peter & Gordon,
Letta Mbulu,
Lakeside,
Dorothy Ashby,
Susan Cadogan,
a-ha,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Scrapy,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Machine,
David McCallum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Adolescents,
Liliput,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Young Rascals,
The Divine Comedy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pole,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lyres,
Barbara Tucker,
The Stooges,
Black Flag,
Sonic Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.