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 Tonga and from New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jandek to the rap 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Tears for Fears,
Malaria!,
Mr. Review,
Massinfluence,
Ken Boothe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flash Fearless,
Josef K,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-102,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Unrelated Segments,
a-ha,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sandy B,
Cybotron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
48th St. Collective,
Audionom,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Ultra Naté,
Youth Brigade,
Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Music Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Evens,
The Fortunes,
Eli Mardock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lower 48,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
F. McDonald,
Sex Pistols,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Los Fastidios,
E-Dancer,
Qualms,
Freddie Wadling,
PIL,
The Cure,
Robert Wyatt,
Lucky Dragons,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nirvana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stetsasonic,
Harry Pussy,
The Saints,
Maleditus Sound,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.