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 Philippines and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Amon Düül to the rap 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxette,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Panda Bear,
Mad Mike,
The Trojans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythm & Sound,
Little Man,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Litter,
the Sonics,
LL Cool J,
Rapeman,
Jeff Mills,
Arcadia,
Nirvana,
Oblivians,
Sarah Menescal,
Ossler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pussy Galore,
Tim Buckley,
Steve Hackett,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quantec,
Stiv Bators,
Ohio Players,
Letta Mbulu,
Isaac Hayes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Offenders,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronnie Foster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joy Division,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Underground Resistance,
FM Einheit,
The Gun Club,
Fluxion,
Tom Boy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
David Bowie,
Ultra Naté,
The New Christs,
Grey Daturas,
Henry Cow,
Shuggie Otis,
the Normal,
Tears for Fears,
Leonard Cohen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sound,
a-ha,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Toasters,
Lalann,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.