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 Liechtenstein and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Terrestrial Tones to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
China Crisis,
PIL,
Subhumans,
Stiv Bators,
Country Teasers,
OOIOO,
Pylon,
Loose Ends,
Wasted Youth,
The Saints,
The Blues Magoos,
Animal Collective,
Chris Corsano,
Rapeman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gong,
The Leaves,
the Normal,
Sex Pistols,
D'Angelo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Banda Bassotti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
L. Decosne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ornette Coleman,
Lungfish,
Model 500,
The Residents,
The Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delon & Dalcan,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dennis Brown,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Wyatt,
Kenny Larkin,
David Axelrod,
Swell Maps,
The Cure,
B.T. Express,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
48th St. Collective,
Neu!,
Isaac Hayes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
A Certain Ratio,
Anthony Braxton,
Fluxion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.