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 Sweden and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Infiniti 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The Pop Group,
Rekid,
Banda Bassotti,
Von Mondo,
Chris Corsano,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Hot Snakes,
Mr. Review,
Prince Buster,
Ronnie Foster,
T.S.O.L.,
Hashim,
Graham Central Station,
Interpol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fugazi,
Zero Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Martian,
Half Japanese,
June Days,
Magma,
Outsiders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moebius,
MC5,
Connie Case,
Robert Hood,
The Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Desert Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Henry Cow,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camberwell Now,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
FM Einheit,
Excepter,
Country Teasers,
Sixth Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Near,
Trumans Water,
The Mummies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
Radiohead,
Sight & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Moss Icon,
Jacques Brel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Easy Going,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.