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 Vietnam and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Glambeats Corp. to the electroclash 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Durutti Column,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ken Boothe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Howard Jones,
Quando Quango,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skriet,
Thompson Twins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Lindisfarne,
Liliput,
ABC,
Morten Harket,
The Gun Club,
The Dirtbombs,
Toni Rubio,
Nik Kershaw,
Brand Nubian,
Pussy Galore,
Spandau Ballet,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispy Ambulance,
Von Mondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wasted Youth,
the Germs,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Index,
Albert Ayler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ornette Coleman,
Mark Hollis,
Skaos,
Theoretical Girls,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mission of Burma,
Nirvana,
Crash Course in Science,
La Düsseldorf,
The Wake,
Charles Mingus,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacob Miller,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Near,
Slick Rick,
Tears for Fears,
Underground Resistance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kurtis Blow,
Bluetip,
Minor Threat,
Delta 5,
Wire,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.