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 Slovenia and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Glambeats Corp. to the electroclash 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
FM Einheit,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Finger,
Donald Byrd,
Pole,
Kayak,
Robert Görl,
Roger Hodgson,
Letta Mbulu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker,
Marmalade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James White and The Blacks,
OOIOO,
John Foxx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lucky Dragons,
Shuggie Otis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Faraquet,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Victims,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brick,
Technova,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
This Heat,
Flipper,
The Black Dice,
Soulsonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
Little Man,
Mo-Dettes,
Freddie Wadling,
Organ,
Smog,
Marine Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Carl Craig,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
R.M.O.,
Maurizio,
Khruangbin,
The Selecter,
Tres Demented,
Youth Brigade,
Nik Kershaw,
Darondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Audionom,
Ossler,
Pylon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-102,
X-Ray Spex,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.