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 Egypt and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Susan Cadogan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Deakin,
The Busters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Velvet Underground,
Glenn Branca,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris Corsano,
Y Pants,
The Buckinghams,
Franke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harry Pussy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Vogues,
Isaac Hayes,
E-Dancer,
Jacob Miller,
Althea and Donna,
Junior Murvin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tres Demented,
Funkadelic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
AZ,
Aloha Tigers,
Mantronix,
Stiv Bators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boredoms,
Faust,
Stetsasonic,
Erasure,
Q and Not U,
Sugar Minott,
The Gap Band,
Reagan Youth,
The Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Kenny Larkin,
Hoover,
Arcadia,
JFA,
Wire,
Barry Ungar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lindisfarne,
the Slits,
Ponytail,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Sarah Menescal,
Max Romeo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bronski Beat,
The Index,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.