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 Hungary and from Shanghai.
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 Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Golliwogs,
kango's stein massive,
Das Ding,
Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Swell Maps,
Kaleidoscope,
The Barracudas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Piero Umiliani,
Byron Stingily,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James White and The Blacks,
Toni Rubio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aaron Thompson,
Anakelly,
Accadde A,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Symarip,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Newcleus,
Panda Bear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Trojans,
The Smoke,
Amazonics,
The Fuzztones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
Dorothy Ashby,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tom Boy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reagan Youth,
Ultravox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Max Romeo,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pet Shop Boys,
LL Cool J,
Television Personalities,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry's Kids,
Camberwell Now,
The Monochrome Set,
Oblivians,
Harry Pussy,
Don Cherry,
the Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Last Poets,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.