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 Korea North and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Peter and Kerry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Slits,
The Move,
Johnny Osbourne,
The New Christs,
Godley & Creme,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young,
John Foxx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Motions,
Soulsonic Force,
Smog,
Scientists,
Tears for Fears,
Agent Orange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blues Magoos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Kinks,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Machine,
The Cowsills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Christie,
R.M.O.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Vogues,
Talk Talk,
James White and The Blacks,
Maurizio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Copeland,
Marine Girls,
Black Bananas,
The Fall,
The Remains,
Sound Behaviour,
Blancmange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Darondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Moon,
Surgeon,
Urselle,
X-Ray Spex,
Monolake,
John Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Sixth Finger,
the Slits,
Franke,
F. McDonald,
Neu!,
Charles Mingus,
Moebius,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mo-Dettes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.