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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 The Barracudas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
David Bowie,
Archie Shepp,
Howard Jones,
Stiv Bators,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tubeway Army,
Crispy Ambulance,
Metal Thangz,
Iggy Pop,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slackers,
Niagra,
The Martian,
Motorama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mummies,
Cheater Slicks,
Crooked Eye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suicide,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wally Richardson,
Silicon Teens,
JFA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gories,
Rekid,
MC5,
Cal Tjader,
DNA,
Arcadia,
Shoche,
Janne Schatter,
Babytalk,
The Gladiators,
Grauzone,
Derrick May,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Misunderstood,
Minnie Riperton,
the Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Mandrill,
The Saints,
Albert Ayler,
Young Marble Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harry Pussy,
Boredoms,
Minutemen,
Tears for Fears,
Cymande,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hoover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.