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 Vietnam and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rotary Connection to the grunge 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The Music Machine,
The Gap Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick May,
Vainqueur,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wings,
The Birthday Party,
PIL,
Nico,
Deakin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wally Richardson,
Basic Channel,
Lyres,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Selecter,
Ultravox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Royal Trux,
Ronnie Foster,
Dave Gahan,
Duran Duran,
Little Man,
Trumans Water,
The Litter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dennis Brown,
Silicon Teens,
Hot Snakes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Qualms,
Masters at Work,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Surgeon,
Monolake,
Erykah Badu,
Parry Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Techniques,
The Residents,
the Slits,
John Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echospace,
The Names,
Black Sheep,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gabor Szabo,
The Misunderstood,
Hashim,
The Walker Brothers,
cv313,
Lebanon Hanover,
Goldenarms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tubeway Army,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.