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 East Timor and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the electroclash 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Henry Cow,
Absolute Body Control,
Blancmange,
The Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Surgeon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Procol Harum,
Bob Dylan,
The Evens,
Connie Case,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Parry Music,
Scratch Acid,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Golliwogs,
Tom Boy,
Sam Rivers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
cv313,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
KRS-One,
Arcadia,
Terrestrial Tones,
Colin Newman,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris Corsano,
L. Decosne,
Fad Gadget,
The Index,
In Retrospect,
the Sonics,
The Pop Group,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cowsills,
Skriet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mandrill,
Shoche,
Altered Images,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
Rufus Thomas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Sherman,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang of Four,
Buzzcocks,
The Leaves,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
CMW,
Lucky Dragons,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.