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 Mozambique and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Monks to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Supertramp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Massinfluence,
Gichy Dan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Colin Newman,
PIL,
Index,
The Doors,
The Blues Magoos,
Rotary Connection,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Görl,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
In Retrospect,
Flipper,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacques Brel,
Blake Baxter,
Dual Sessions,
Suburban Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Liliput,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Camouflage,
Siglo XX,
These Immortal Souls,
Inner City,
Black Bananas,
DJ Style,
Jacob Miller,
June of 44,
the Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Von Mondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharoah Sanders,
China Crisis,
The Evens,
Harry Pussy,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Byrd,
Fatback Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Ossler,
Country Teasers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Icehouse,
Altered Images,
Mark Hollis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.