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 Turkey and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Josef K to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Heaven 17,
Mars,
Chrome,
Harmonia,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smiths,
Bush Tetras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Theoretical Girls,
The Wake,
Deepchord,
Alice Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monks,
Television,
Warsaw,
The Trojans,
Negative Approach,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maurizio,
Eurythmics,
Peter and Kerry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Busters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Sheep,
The Mummies,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slave,
Public Enemy,
Yellowson,
The Offenders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
China Crisis,
The Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marshall Jefferson,
The New Christs,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oneida,
John Holt,
Wolf Eyes,
Lungfish,
Ponytail,
Todd Terry,
Desert Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Smog,
Unrelated Segments,
Moebius,
Eyeless In Gaza,
E-Dancer,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shoche,
Cybotron,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.