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 Armenia and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
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 rhodes 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 Sam Rivers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Wyatt,
Silicon Teens,
The Five Americans,
Popol Vuh,
Faraquet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Womack,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spandau Ballet,
Kenny Larkin,
The Durutti Column,
La Düsseldorf,
The Misunderstood,
The Raincoats,
Faust,
the Association,
The Wake,
Glenn Branca,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Barracudas,
The Blackbyrds,
Dawn Penn,
Stiv Bators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scratch Acid,
Suicide,
Skarface,
T. Rex,
New Order,
Joe Smooth,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Mills,
Pole,
Morten Harket,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The United States of America,
Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Livin' Joy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Angels of Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cybotron,
Whodini,
The Knickerbockers,
Essential Logic,
Gang Green,
Moss Icon,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Severed Heads,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quando Quango,
LL Cool J,
Fugazi,
Aswad,
Lou Christie,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.