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 Mali and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rock 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Pole,
Q65,
Radio Birdman,
the Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Human League,
Pylon,
The Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
The Zeros,
The Velvet Underground,
Aloha Tigers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anakelly,
Cheater Slicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The American Breed,
Leonard Cohen,
Henry Cow,
Flipper,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Smooth,
F. McDonald,
Bronski Beat,
Fatback Band,
Dawn Penn,
The Blackbyrds,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Basic Channel,
DJ Style,
The Busters,
The Happenings,
The Standells,
The Count Five,
Fad Gadget,
Tres Demented,
The Red Krayola,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funky Four + One,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Cluster,
Gichy Dan,
Schoolly D,
ABC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Public Enemy,
R.M.O.,
Howard Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Vogues,
Robert Görl,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris Corsano,
The Beau Brummels,
Urselle,
Eurythmics,
The Star Department,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.