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 Honduras and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Michael McDonald 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 Alarm Clocks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Near,
The Happenings,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cramps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chrome,
Black Pus,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gap Band,
Aloha Tigers,
The Saints,
Pole,
Robert Görl,
New Order,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed,
Delta 5,
Erykah Badu,
Albert Ayler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
The Index,
Zero Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül,
Guru Guru,
Minnie Riperton,
Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronnie Foster,
Pussy Galore,
Massinfluence,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smiths,
Heaven 17,
Arcadia,
Unrelated Segments,
Shoche,
Quantec,
The Gladiators,
The Mummies,
Main Source,
Bluetip,
Camouflage,
Spandau Ballet,
The Motions,
Swell Maps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The J.B.'s,
the Association,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.