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 Uzbekistan and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Velvet Underground to the rap 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
The Grass Roots,
Roxette,
David Axelrod,
Agent Orange,
Absolute Body Control,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cal Tjader,
The Cramps,
Delta 5,
Can,
Massinfluence,
The Offenders,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warsaw,
Joensuu 1685,
Don Cherry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ohio Players,
Reuben Wilson,
Brass Construction,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Subhumans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
EPMD,
the Human League,
The Young Rascals,
David Bowie,
Half Japanese,
Bob Dylan,
John Holt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Stiv Bators,
Tres Demented,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aural Exciters,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Gang Dance,
Godley & Creme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Althea and Donna,
Charles Mingus,
The Saints,
Siglo XX,
Sugar Minott,
The Searchers,
Bauhaus,
Accadde A,
Ornette Coleman,
The Buckinghams,
The Divine Comedy,
The Birthday Party,
Scratch Acid,
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.