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 Pakistan and from London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Outsiders to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Popol Vuh,
Ronan,
Johnny Clarke,
The Raincoats,
Clear Light,
the Sonics,
K-Klass,
Jacob Miller,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker,
Organ,
Warren Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Unwound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joensuu 1685,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aloha Tigers,
Scan 7,
Black Bananas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Real Kids,
The Gun Club,
kango's stein massive,
the Germs,
Neil Young,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Connie Case,
Dorothy Ashby,
Althea and Donna,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Icehouse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Tremeloes,
John Holt,
Ponytail,
Harry Pussy,
Sam Rivers,
T. Rex,
Fear,
MC5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Age Steppers,
OOIOO,
Supertramp,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
Groovy Waters,
Tommy Roe,
The Fugs,
Rod Modell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Severed Heads,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Green,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.