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 East Timor and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
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 snare 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 Talk Talk to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Duran Duran,
Blancmange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DNA,
Mark Hollis,
H. Thieme,
Newcleus,
Sun City Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Agent Orange,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
This Heat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris Corsano,
Marvin Gaye,
Minor Threat,
The Buckinghams,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül II,
Soulsonic Force,
Pagans,
Black Bananas,
Fluxion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scan 7,
Maurizio,
Jandek,
Barrington Levy,
Little Man,
Circle Jerks,
The Slackers,
Oblivians,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liliput,
Tres Demented,
Todd Terry,
Deepchord,
Skriet,
Josef K,
Cecil Taylor,
Tears for Fears,
Skaos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Infiniti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wire,
Livin' Joy,
Ludus,
Quadrant,
Pet Shop Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aaron Thompson,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.