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 Madagascar and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
48th St. Collective,
Terry Callier,
Vladislav Delay,
Absolute Body Control,
cv313,
Intrusion,
John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cecil Taylor,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Wells,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mo-Dettes,
The Grass Roots,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Oneida,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Knickerbockers,
Echospace,
Audionom,
Kas Product,
Cameo,
Marine Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed,
Black Bananas,
New Age Steppers,
X-Ray Spex,
John Foxx,
The Motions,
Lou Christie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Symarip,
Television,
Susan Cadogan,
Icehouse,
Bang On A Can,
The Mummies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Sheep,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mad Mike,
The Cowsills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Babytalk,
JFA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joensuu 1685,
Maleditus Sound,
Guru Guru,
Dennis Brown,
Chris & Cosey,
Basic Channel,
Masters at Work,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.