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 Saudi Arabia and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 kango's stein massive to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yusef Lateef,
Graham Central Station,
Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The United States of America,
Liliput,
One Last Wish,
The Vogues,
Moby Grape,
The Real Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Skarface,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Guru Guru,
The Evens,
Robert Hood,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiohead,
Con Funk Shun,
Iggy Pop,
Davy DMX,
Man Parrish,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Fraelich,
Zero Boys,
Pole,
Brick,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Bourne,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Lynne,
Eddi Front,
Ronan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Pus,
Q65,
Visage,
Sandy B,
Deadbeat,
Desert Stars,
Moebius,
Clear Light,
CMW,
Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Names,
The Red Krayola,
Don Cherry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Babytalk,
Skriet,
Lower 48,
Flipper,
Rufus Thomas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.