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 Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Scan 7 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Y Pants,
Josef K,
The Blackbyrds,
Tom Boy,
Groovy Waters,
Tres Demented,
Black Moon,
Tim Buckley,
Adolescents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacques Brel,
Patti Smith,
Lungfish,
Buzzcocks,
Oneida,
Agitation Free,
Sound Behaviour,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stiv Bators,
Zero Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monks,
Intrusion,
Fatback Band,
The Gap Band,
Franke,
Tommy Roe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rufus Thomas,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Busters,
F. McDonald,
Skriet,
Marc Almond,
The Angels of Light,
Aloha Tigers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
KRS-One,
Pylon,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young,
Mad Mike,
Lindisfarne,
Das Ding,
DNA,
Yazoo,
ABBA,
Desert Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.