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 Bhutan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 The Smoke to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Albert Ayler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nik Kershaw,
Patti Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slackers,
Joe Finger,
The Vogues,
The Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
Zero Boys,
Hoover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nation of Ulysses,
Davy DMX,
Severed Heads,
The Fugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Tears for Fears,
Spoonie Gee,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Near,
DNA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ituana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fat Boys,
Fluxion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Bang On A Can,
Flash Fearless,
The Residents,
Scrapy,
Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minutemen,
The Misunderstood,
Pulsallama,
Warsaw,
Ponytail,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
OOIOO,
Kaleidoscope,
The Index,
Half Japanese,
The Invisible,
Outsiders,
the Normal,
Section 25,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Absolute Body Control,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.