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 Italy and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Age Steppers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronnie Foster,
Yaz,
Babytalk,
Yusef Lateef,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mars,
The Cure,
Ludus,
Scientists,
Quadrant,
Erasure,
K-Klass,
Tears for Fears,
Piero Umiliani,
Con Funk Shun,
The Wake,
Ultra Naté,
Television,
Andrew Hill,
The Young Rascals,
Smog,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young,
Accadde A,
Fat Boys,
John Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fall,
Shuggie Otis,
Massinfluence,
The Techniques,
Don Cherry,
Spandau Ballet,
Colin Newman,
The Monochrome Set,
Donny Hathaway,
Aural Exciters,
Television Personalities,
Goldenarms,
The Neon Judgement,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Womack,
Mad Mike,
Roxette,
Johnny Clarke,
Infiniti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lakeside,
Dark Day,
Barry Ungar,
Drexciya,
Talk Talk,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barrington Levy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.