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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sex Pistols to the techno 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Steve Hackett,
Funky Four + One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ponytail,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalann,
Ronnie Foster,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slave,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Foxx,
Archie Shepp,
Tommy Roe,
Slick Rick,
Sex Pistols,
Scan 7,
Marc Almond,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arthur Verocai,
New York Dolls,
Kurtis Blow,
Visage,
June Days,
Thompson Twins,
Qualms,
Joy Division,
Smog,
Cameo,
Whodini,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rod Modell,
Graham Central Station,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Toasters,
Aaron Thompson,
The Angels of Light,
Altered Images,
Tears for Fears,
Minnie Riperton,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantytec,
Mantronix,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Connie Case,
The Slackers,
Blancmange,
Peter & Gordon,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pretty Things,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerrie Biddell,
B.T. Express,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.