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 Slovakia and from London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 MC5 to the rock 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Intrusion,
Faust,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Normal,
Crime,
Rhythm & Sound,
B.T. Express,
Kayak,
Lower 48,
Piero Umiliani,
PIL,
Anakelly,
Swans,
Moebius,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Con Funk Shun,
Spandau Ballet,
The Selecter,
Toni Rubio,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gabor Szabo,
The Divine Comedy,
Unrelated Segments,
Connie Case,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Halsall,
Cecil Taylor,
Wings,
Delta 5,
The Invisible,
FM Einheit,
Kool Moe Dee,
Colin Newman,
Ken Boothe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Rundgren,
Kaleidoscope,
Simply Red,
The Wake,
Banda Bassotti,
Shoche,
Dawn Penn,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Dolphy,
Al Stewart,
Whodini,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Index,
Pole,
Boredoms,
Slave,
Quando Quango,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
David Axelrod,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.