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 Cuba and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Slits 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cramps,
Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Crooked Eye,
The Associates,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Max Romeo,
Peter & Gordon,
Masters at Work,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Copeland,
Rapeman,
Parry Music,
Rekid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swell Maps,
Little Man,
Janne Schatter,
Gang of Four,
Ken Boothe,
The Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The American Breed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Accadde A,
Simply Red,
Unwound,
Amon Düül II,
Duran Duran,
Sixth Finger,
Basic Channel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dennis Brown,
Zero Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Pussy Galore,
Patti Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy,
Pierre Henry,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy Collins,
Jawbox,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nik Kershaw,
Malaria!,
Fugazi,
Graham Central Station,
AZ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
L. Decosne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
F. McDonald,
Alton Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare,
The Names,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.