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 Korea South and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Flag to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Walker Brothers,
The Saints,
Althea and Donna,
Chrome,
Dark Day,
Von Mondo,
Hoover,
cv313,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Wyatt,
Whodini,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Music Machine,
Connie Case,
Black Bananas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scientists,
John Holt,
The Birthday Party,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Hill,
Bronski Beat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Residents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fat Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Colin Newman,
MC5,
Public Enemy,
Niagra,
Brass Construction,
Mo-Dettes,
The Selecter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
One Last Wish,
Flipper,
Excepter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scratch Acid,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gap Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Sneak,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ossler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rosa Yemen,
Marmalade,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.