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 Zambia and from New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
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 clarinet 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 Gong to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Pop Group,
Godley & Creme,
Pulsallama,
Harry Pussy,
Thompson Twins,
Hashim,
Make Up,
Bauhaus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Juan Atkins,
The Gun Club,
Tommy Roe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
KRS-One,
Albert Ayler,
Grey Daturas,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bluetip,
New Order,
Talk Talk,
The Slackers,
The Modern Lovers,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fat Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Interpol,
Kaleidoscope,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mummies,
the Normal,
Lucky Dragons,
Khruangbin,
Flipper,
Eurythmics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Smog,
R.M.O.,
Erykah Badu,
In Retrospect,
Fluxion,
Anakelly,
Liliput,
The Smoke,
The Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Zeros,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Model 500,
Moebius,
Excepter,
Suicide,
Underground Resistance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.