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 Somalia and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the dance 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The United States of America,
Cameo,
The Raincoats,
KRS-One,
The Busters,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Desert Stars,
Bauhaus,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxy Music,
New Age Steppers,
The Angels of Light,
Country Teasers,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Fluxion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacob Miller,
Funkadelic,
Isaac Hayes,
Accadde A,
The Cramps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MC5,
PIL,
Ice-T,
Quadrant,
Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Hood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mandrill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Sugar Minott,
Joyce Sims,
Organ,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mark Hollis,
Delon & Dalcan,
a-ha,
Depeche Mode,
Slick Rick,
David Bowie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drexciya,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hot Snakes,
New Order,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABBA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.