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 Uruguay and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Foxx 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
John Lydon,
DNA,
The Stooges,
Visage,
Banda Bassotti,
Nils Olav,
The Young Rascals,
Eddi Front,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young,
ABC,
Lalann,
Zapp,
Pere Ubu,
Pantaleimon,
Average White Band,
The Moleskins,
The Seeds,
Accadde A,
Tubeway Army,
Mars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vainqueur,
Wolf Eyes,
D'Angelo,
The Techniques,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Erykah Badu,
The Gladiators,
Harmonia,
UT,
Bang On A Can,
The Golliwogs,
Fugazi,
Parry Music,
Piero Umiliani,
Subhumans,
Gichy Dan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Panda Bear,
The Pretty Things,
Judy Mowatt,
Duran Duran,
Ludus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jawbox,
The Martian,
Fear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dual Sessions,
The Gun Club,
Kayak,
Quando Quango,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Flag,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.