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 Brazil and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Yaz,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Birthday Party,
Neu!,
Roxy Music,
The Barracudas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Christie,
K-Klass,
Leonard Cohen,
The Index,
DNA,
Archie Shepp,
Connie Case,
Visage,
The Durutti Column,
48th St. Collective,
Excepter,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Wells,
Guru Guru,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronan,
Chris & Cosey,
Shuggie Otis,
Pylon,
Fatback Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Audionom,
Technova,
Yellowson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Offenders,
CMW,
The Victims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Music Machine,
Chrome,
Surgeon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Schoolly D,
Sex Pistols,
Kayak,
The Real Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
This Heat,
Agent Orange,
The Cramps,
Rotary Connection,
OOIOO,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Henry Cow,
Joy Division,
Hardrive,
Underground Resistance,
Roger Hodgson,
Lindisfarne,
Popol Vuh,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.