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 United States and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Excepter to the grunge 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Mummies,
Minor Threat,
Khruangbin,
Ohio Players,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Danielle Patucci,
The Star Department,
The Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Ronan,
The Slackers,
Japan,
The Selecter,
Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Coltrane,
Pantytec,
Black Flag,
Sällskapet,
The Young Rascals,
The Gap Band,
Malaria!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sandy B,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Schoolly D,
Lightning Bolt,
Brick,
The Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Crispian St. Peters,
Juan Atkins,
The Happenings,
Monolake,
David McCallum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang of Four,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pylon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Boogie Down Productions,
MDC,
John Foxx,
The Index,
June of 44,
Peter & Gordon,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonic Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Nico,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.