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 Malawi and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Flag to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Barry Ungar,
Sam Rivers,
Intrusion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Guru Guru,
Cybotron,
Faust,
The Offenders,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bad Manners,
Janne Schatter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Prince Buster,
Lucky Dragons,
Warsaw,
The Barracudas,
Spandau Ballet,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Machine,
Darondo,
Amon Düül,
Metal Thangz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
John Lydon,
Yaz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Raincoats,
Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
Thompson Twins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sex Pistols,
Flash Fearless,
Radiohead,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dead C,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül II,
Infiniti,
Camouflage,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
Minny Pops,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.