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 Tuvalu and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Flamin' Groovies to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Symarip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Buzzcocks,
Black Bananas,
Lindisfarne,
The Raincoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Starr,
Roxette,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
Pylon,
The Standells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camouflage,
The Last Poets,
L. Decosne,
Newcleus,
Chris & Cosey,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
Hoover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spandau Ballet,
The Wake,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Litter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
cv313,
Ice-T,
The Human League,
The Evens,
Marvin Gaye,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Wells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Infiniti,
Porter Ricks,
Hasil Adkins,
Excepter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Red Krayola,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.