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 Mali and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat 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?
The Human League,
Josef K,
Average White Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Almond,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Stooges,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donny Hathaway,
Easy Going,
Blake Baxter,
Neu!,
The Happenings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Aswad,
The Remains,
X-102,
Second Layer,
Interpol,
Das Ding,
Scan 7,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Crash Course in Science,
The Move,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boz Scaggs,
Joey Negro,
Radiohead,
Sonic Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Desert Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Quando Quango,
Todd Terry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thee Headcoats,
Cymande,
Quantec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heaven 17,
Mandrill,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pop Group,
Duran Duran,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Copeland,
Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Zapp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Freddie Wadling,
Swell Maps,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.