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 Qatar and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Los Fastidios,
Moebius,
The Searchers,
The Doors,
The Moleskins,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Martian,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Enemy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The New Christs,
Sugar Minott,
Oblivians,
Dawn Penn,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Zero Boys,
Dead Boys,
Underground Resistance,
The Kinks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Al Stewart,
Althea and Donna,
Basic Channel,
Popol Vuh,
Yusef Lateef,
The Evens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
One Last Wish,
Erykah Badu,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra,
Second Layer,
Janne Schatter,
the Association,
Shoche,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
Blossom Toes,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultravox,
Marvin Gaye,
Sound Behaviour,
Surgeon,
Parry Music,
La Düsseldorf,
Icehouse,
Slick Rick,
Liliput,
Panda Bear,
Warsaw,
Warren Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.