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 Mali and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scott Walker to the punk 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angry Samoans,
Adolescents,
Qualms,
Soft Machine,
Yellowson,
John Lydon,
X-101,
The Happenings,
Shuggie Otis,
Hashim,
Ponytail,
Suicide,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heaven 17,
The Dirtbombs,
Desert Stars,
Panda Bear,
DNA,
Trumans Water,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Malaria!,
The Toasters,
Technova,
Oblivians,
Funky Four + One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stereo Dub,
Black Sheep,
Nirvana,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Sonic Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Maleditus Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cameo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erykah Badu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Leonard Cohen,
Arthur Verocai,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The New Christs,
The Count Five,
The Gories,
Lou Christie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.