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 Uzbekistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 The Monochrome Set to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Evens,
H. Thieme,
Essential Logic,
Quando Quango,
The Durutti Column,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erasure,
Joey Negro,
Rod Modell,
DJ Sneak,
Pierre Henry,
a-ha,
Simply Red,
Gerry Rafferty,
Technova,
Nico,
Colin Newman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fatback Band,
Robert Hood,
The Remains,
John Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Lou Christie,
Siglo XX,
Terry Callier,
Grauzone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Subhumans,
10cc,
Soulsonic Force,
Audionom,
ABBA,
Rekid,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Toasters,
Soul II Soul,
The Monks,
Popol Vuh,
The Red Krayola,
The Dirtbombs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Country Teasers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monochrome Set,
Q65,
Eli Mardock,
Magma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faust,
Dawn Penn,
The Pop Group,
The Real Kids,
Dark Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.