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 Mauritius 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cure to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Ituana,
Robert Görl,
Minutemen,
The Pretty Things,
Smog,
Ornette Coleman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Easy Going,
Wasted Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arthur Verocai,
Absolute Body Control,
Lakeside,
Erykah Badu,
Reuben Wilson,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultra Naté,
Crispy Ambulance,
L. Decosne,
Q65,
Interpol,
MDC,
Groovy Waters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Axelrod,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Happenings,
Faust,
Kenny Larkin,
Marmalade,
Can,
Pantaleimon,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Style,
Quadrant,
Freddie Wadling,
The Residents,
Skarface,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalo Schifrin,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
Parry Music,
The Stooges,
Ten City,
Barbara Tucker,
Aswad,
Cymande,
Sugar Minott,
The Offenders,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Main Source,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.