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 Iran and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kaleidoscope to the grunge 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
James White and The Blacks,
Kayak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultravox,
Harry Pussy,
T. Rex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gories,
Wasted Youth,
Eddi Front,
Chrome,
Warsaw,
Brass Construction,
Buzzcocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MC5,
Bobby Womack,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rosa Yemen,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glenn Branca,
Michelle Simonal,
Bush Tetras,
Zapp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxy Music,
Gichy Dan,
Ten City,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Schoolly D,
The Blackbyrds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
Accadde A,
Rapeman,
Bang On A Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Lydon,
Cal Tjader,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mad Mike,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Adolescents,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Goldenarms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.