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 Oman and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Archie Shepp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Unwound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Althea and Donna,
Unrelated Segments,
John Foxx,
Scratch Acid,
Buzzcocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
David McCallum,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doors,
Scott Walker,
The Happenings,
Slick Rick,
Bob Dylan,
The Five Americans,
Fat Boys,
Subhumans,
10cc,
Matthew Halsall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Wake,
Cluster,
Peter & Gordon,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare,
Black Sheep,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Rod Modell,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül II,
Spandau Ballet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joy Division,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barry Ungar,
ABC,
Gregory Isaacs,
PIL,
The Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
Danielle Patucci,
UT,
Dawn Penn,
The Skatalites,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yellowson,
The Moody Blues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cure,
Echospace,
Black Pus,
These Immortal Souls,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxy Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Easy Going,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.