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 Antigua and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Quantec to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Gun Club,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pretty Things,
Japan,
the Normal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liliput,
Faust,
Au Pairs,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wolf Eyes,
Fat Boys,
Talk Talk,
MC5,
Inner City,
Bob Dylan,
The Barracudas,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy Collins,
Grey Daturas,
Banda Bassotti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Almond,
Harmonia,
This Heat,
Piero Umiliani,
Suicide,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flash Fearless,
Scrapy,
Minny Pops,
Robert Görl,
Schoolly D,
Country Teasers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
China Crisis,
Oblivians,
Lyres,
Alison Limerick,
Marmalade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers,
The Move,
Whodini,
Robert Hood,
Colin Newman,
The Smiths,
The Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
Motorama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Marine Girls,
FM Einheit,
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.