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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Fall to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Kaleidoscope,
Harpers Bizarre,
Henry Cow,
Max Romeo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Buzzcocks,
John Foxx,
The Evens,
The Standells,
Surgeon,
The Vogues,
Can,
the Association,
Brass Construction,
Funkadelic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moody Blues,
Angry Samoans,
The Motions,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Tremeloes,
Reagan Youth,
MC5,
Lakeside,
Black Bananas,
Rufus Thomas,
Average White Band,
Ultravox,
Al Stewart,
Masters at Work,
Sparks,
Alphaville,
Man Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Saints,
Quando Quango,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grey Daturas,
Dark Day,
Tommy Roe,
Chrome,
Easy Going,
Main Source,
The Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
Marine Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Sherman,
Animal Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Boredoms,
The Dead C,
Adolescents,
David Axelrod,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brand Nubian,
Mandrill,
Blancmange,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.