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 Costa Rica and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Can to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Lee Hazlewood,
10cc,
These Immortal Souls,
Easy Going,
Essential Logic,
Clear Light,
Thee Headcoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brass Construction,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barry Ungar,
Flash Fearless,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter & Gordon,
Fear,
Bluetip,
The Red Krayola,
The Modern Lovers,
Saccharine Trust,
EPMD,
The Searchers,
The Mummies,
Jeff Lynne,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deakin,
The Durutti Column,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rod Modell,
Derrick May,
Gang of Four,
Panda Bear,
Moby Grape,
Howard Jones,
Animal Collective,
Radio Birdman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Barracudas,
Joy Division,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
Excepter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.