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 Eritrea 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the dance 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tim Buckley,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tres Demented,
Bauhaus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dead C,
Alison Limerick,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cramps,
Altered Images,
The Toasters,
Icehouse,
Pantaleimon,
Silicon Teens,
Kayak,
Aaron Thompson,
Crooked Eye,
Pussy Galore,
Lakeside,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
the Normal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Freddie Wadling,
Anthony Braxton,
Piero Umiliani,
Vladislav Delay,
Godley & Creme,
Lungfish,
AZ,
Todd Terry,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Colin Newman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flash Fearless,
Motorama,
The Techniques,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lyres,
The Gladiators,
Robert Görl,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radio Birdman,
Aswad,
Monolake,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Lynne,
Banda Bassotti,
Sugar Minott,
Y Pants,
Shuggie Otis,
Ken Boothe,
Bluetip,
Massinfluence,
E-Dancer,
Arthur Verocai,
Graham Central Station,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.