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 Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rufus Thomas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Neu!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Skatalites,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gun Club,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Style,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Qualms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barry Ungar,
Ponytail,
Ludus,
Average White Band,
Scientists,
Crash Course in Science,
Prince Buster,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlback,
This Heat,
The Move,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
B.T. Express,
Leonard Cohen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers,
Black Bananas,
Rites of Spring,
Stetsasonic,
Agent Orange,
The Buckinghams,
Arab on Radar,
Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tears for Fears,
Dave Gahan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ossler,
Dead Boys,
Mars,
The Grass Roots,
The Cowsills,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Robert Görl,
Dual Sessions,
Eden Ahbez,
Ohio Players,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cramps,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.