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 Paraguay and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Flash Fearless to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Grauzone,
The Skatalites,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kenny Larkin,
Minny Pops,
The Mummies,
Yaz,
Buzzcocks,
the Slits,
The Moleskins,
FM Einheit,
Von Mondo,
Chris Corsano,
Dead Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Heaven 17,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris & Cosey,
Anakelly,
Massinfluence,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers,
Pierre Henry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Goldenarms,
48th St. Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare,
Babytalk,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cure,
Mark Hollis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mission of Burma,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crime,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Knickerbockers,
The American Breed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Enemy,
Radio Birdman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rapeman,
Pagans,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The New Christs,
Wings,
F. McDonald,
The Kinks,
Hot Snakes,
Ituana,
Don Cherry,
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.