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 Iceland and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Ronnie Foster to the electroclash 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Martian,
Sun City Girls,
Talk Talk,
Leonard Cohen,
Toni Rubio,
Fatback Band,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cowsills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul II Soul,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare,
K-Klass,
Scion,
World's Most,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Niagra,
Little Man,
The Music Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Davy DMX,
Altered Images,
The Selecter,
Royal Trux,
June of 44,
Junior Murvin,
Livin' Joy,
Dual Sessions,
Skaos,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glenn Branca,
The Motions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Wire,
The Trojans,
Dark Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Al Stewart,
Dave Gahan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DNA,
Desert Stars,
Suicide,
a-ha,
Hot Snakes,
Sällskapet,
Lou Christie,
Dawn Penn,
Patti Smith,
The Toasters,
The Moleskins,
Ohio Players,
Ronan,
Flash Fearless,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.