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 Bulgaria and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Ice-T to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
a-ha,
Oneida,
The Moleskins,
Alton Ellis,
Unwound,
Ken Boothe,
Mantronix,
Steve Hackett,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül II,
E-Dancer,
Scion,
Negative Approach,
The Techniques,
Suburban Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q65,
The Birthday Party,
Hoover,
The Dead C,
Half Japanese,
DNA,
Sparks,
PIL,
Rapeman,
the Human League,
Bauhaus,
The Leaves,
Bobby Sherman,
Infiniti,
Tears for Fears,
Terrestrial Tones,
Janne Schatter,
The American Breed,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cramps,
Absolute Body Control,
Wings,
Slick Rick,
Adolescents,
Model 500,
The Modern Lovers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rakim,
The Pop Group,
Yazoo,
Hot Snakes,
The Mojo Men,
Gichy Dan,
B.T. Express,
Unrelated Segments,
Swell Maps,
Can,
Lou Reed,
Severed Heads,
The Shadows of Knight,
Procol Harum,
Nik Kershaw,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.