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 Chile and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ice-T to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cure,
ABBA,
the Bar-Kays,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Outsiders,
The Dirtbombs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
The Selecter,
Roxette,
Au Pairs,
Supertramp,
Tommy Roe,
Symarip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Joyce Sims,
Mantronix,
Bronski Beat,
Funkadelic,
The Busters,
Warren Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Half Japanese,
Slave,
The Litter,
Hashim,
Malaria!,
Pantytec,
Visage,
Maurizio,
Harmonia,
Rhythm & Sound,
R.M.O.,
Urselle,
Donny Hathaway,
Oneida,
Joensuu 1685,
Glenn Branca,
Mission of Burma,
The United States of America,
Zapp,
The Wake,
Yellowson,
B.T. Express,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
cv313,
Hardrive,
The Birthday Party,
Animal Collective,
Fatback Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Music Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Section 25,
Basic Channel,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.