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 Nicaragua and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The Black Dice to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Dead C,
Quando Quango,
Au Pairs,
Brick,
Joe Smooth,
Average White Band,
Massinfluence,
Second Layer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Schoolly D,
Sällskapet,
The Associates,
Silicon Teens,
Deepchord,
The Saints,
Television,
Sixth Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Toasters,
Zapp,
Aural Exciters,
Unrelated Segments,
New Age Steppers,
Mo-Dettes,
New York Dolls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
Reuben Wilson,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Lynne,
The Five Americans,
The United States of America,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dual Sessions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Style,
Darondo,
MC5,
This Heat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Altered Images,
B.T. Express,
Vainqueur,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The New Christs,
Lakeside,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxette,
JFA,
Derrick Morgan,
Q and Not U,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.