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 Togo and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
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 spring reverb 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 Ossler to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Groovy Waters,
Skriet,
Animal Collective,
Roxette,
Davy DMX,
Jacob Miller,
Pantytec,
K-Klass,
T. Rex,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Bananas,
X-102,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mr. Review,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Smooth,
Scan 7,
This Heat,
Scrapy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nico,
Patti Smith,
The American Breed,
X-101,
Arab on Radar,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nik Kershaw,
Rekid,
Alice Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
Wasted Youth,
Ohio Players,
Gichy Dan,
The Last Poets,
Derrick May,
Funky Four + One,
The Smoke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
A Certain Ratio,
Adolescents,
Wire,
Brick,
Excepter,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Icehouse,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
Urselle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultravox,
Pere Ubu,
DNA,
Eurythmics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Danielle Patucci,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.