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 Canada and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Dawn Penn,
Dennis Brown,
cv313,
Barry Ungar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Inner City,
Buzzcocks,
Japan,
the Association,
Colin Newman,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash,
D'Angelo,
Fluxion,
The Offenders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Average White Band,
Mars,
Wings,
Ultravox,
The Fugs,
Funky Four + One,
Harmonia,
Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Order,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
L. Decosne,
Camberwell Now,
Flipper,
FM Einheit,
the Sonics,
The Gladiators,
Silicon Teens,
New Age Steppers,
Pantytec,
The Gories,
Audionom,
Scion,
The Saints,
Kas Product,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Altered Images,
Ornette Coleman,
The Invisible,
The Dirtbombs,
U.S. Maple,
Grauzone,
The Star Department,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Misunderstood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jawbox,
Bang On A Can,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Icehouse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.