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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Evens to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Star Department,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Porter Ricks,
Icehouse,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Barracudas,
Aaron Thompson,
Von Mondo,
Gang Starr,
Goldenarms,
Anthony Braxton,
New Age Steppers,
Wally Richardson,
The Zeros,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mr. Review,
Skarface,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonic Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Das Ding,
The Pop Group,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eve St. Jones,
Ossler,
Kenny Larkin,
Thompson Twins,
Leonard Cohen,
The Grass Roots,
The Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boredoms,
Lindisfarne,
Hot Snakes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Loose Ends,
Monolake,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick May,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fatback Band,
The Kinks,
The Doors,
Funkadelic,
Eddi Front,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anakelly,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Görl,
The Fall,
Dual Sessions,
Stetsasonic,
Pussy Galore,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.