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 Lille.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Lalann to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Alice Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Niagra,
Danielle Patucci,
Gabor Szabo,
Ludus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Techniques,
Eden Ahbez,
June of 44,
Swell Maps,
Qualms,
John Lydon,
Schoolly D,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Brick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Iggy Pop,
Anakelly,
The Pop Group,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blues Magoos,
Talk Talk,
Camouflage,
Peter and Kerry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlback,
Outsiders,
Pylon,
Erasure,
Scrapy,
The Smoke,
Skriet,
a-ha,
Bush Tetras,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Buckinghams,
H. Thieme,
Jacques Brel,
Alton Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Marmalade,
John Holt,
Pulsallama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warsaw,
Steve Hackett,
Scan 7,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.