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 Australia and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tom Boy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
John Lydon,
Roxette,
Alice Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Gichy Dan,
Stetsasonic,
Chris Corsano,
Babytalk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The J.B.'s,
Suburban Knight,
Zero Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Names,
Lightning Bolt,
The Skatalites,
Black Sheep,
The Five Americans,
Nick Fraelich,
Surgeon,
Pylon,
DNA,
Sight & Sound,
The Offenders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Technova,
Second Layer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eurythmics,
Wally Richardson,
Rod Modell,
Jeru the Damaja,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maleditus Sound,
Barry Ungar,
The New Christs,
The Standells,
Japan,
Icehouse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blake Baxter,
Letta Mbulu,
The Saints,
Bauhaus,
Dawn Penn,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Infiniti,
Wasted Youth,
Quadrant,
Stiv Bators,
ABC,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.