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 India 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Wire to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Clarke,
Can,
Pierre Henry,
The Blackbyrds,
Leonard Cohen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mission of Burma,
Subhumans,
Eli Mardock,
Judy Mowatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oneida,
Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kenny Larkin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rakim,
This Heat,
Eric Dolphy,
New Age Steppers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Standells,
The Invisible,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siglo XX,
Country Teasers,
The Fuzztones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flipper,
The Last Poets,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül II,
Agent Orange,
Pantaleimon,
Duran Duran,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Lynne,
Ten City,
Scan 7,
The Shadows of Knight,
Qualms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Sex Pistols,
Skarface,
Scientists,
Nirvana,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.