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 Marshall Islands and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the disco 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
L. Decosne,
The Invisible,
Television,
Laurel Aitken,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronan,
Sun Ra,
Yazoo,
Fugazi,
Minor Threat,
Rakim,
Talk Talk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Howard Jones,
Nils Olav,
Boz Scaggs,
The Angels of Light,
Ten City,
The Slackers,
Excepter,
Sonic Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Echospace,
The Associates,
ABC,
Minnie Riperton,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker,
Alison Limerick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Janne Schatter,
Drexciya,
Au Pairs,
Stereo Dub,
Shoche,
the Normal,
Juan Atkins,
Wire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fluxion,
Y Pants,
Pole,
Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hasil Adkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fortunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brothers Johnson,
The Last Poets,
Half Japanese,
Visage,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Barracudas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The American Breed,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.