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 Togo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Jawbox,
Pagans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sparks,
Radio Birdman,
Duran Duran,
The Pretty Things,
The Human League,
Patti Smith,
Mars,
Hasil Adkins,
Wolf Eyes,
John Lydon,
Robert Hood,
the Germs,
Joey Negro,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABBA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Fela Kuti,
Pylon,
Dead Boys,
Ituana,
Black Moon,
Gang Green,
Al Stewart,
Magma,
Heaven 17,
Aural Exciters,
Nik Kershaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dark Day,
Subhumans,
Pantytec,
Spandau Ballet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Altered Images,
Terrestrial Tones,
Groovy Waters,
Crooked Eye,
Fat Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Malaria!,
Wings,
Whodini,
The Index,
T.S.O.L.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June Days,
Lyres,
Eli Mardock,
Urselle,
Eurythmics,
Girls At Our Best!,
E-Dancer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Toni Rubio,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.