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 Belize and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Steve Hackett to the crunk 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Five Americans,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fuzztones,
Ituana,
Swans,
The Human League,
kango's stein massive,
The United States of America,
Don Cherry,
The Durutti Column,
The Walker Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Intrusion,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul II Soul,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cramps,
Cybotron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Lakeside,
Adolescents,
Dual Sessions,
Eden Ahbez,
cv313,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pylon,
The Misunderstood,
The Names,
Bluetip,
Gichy Dan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Accadde A,
Nico,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gun Club,
Marvin Gaye,
Ludus,
Radio Birdman,
AZ,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pretty Things,
Lindisfarne,
Monolake,
Danielle Patucci,
Outsiders,
The Litter,
Bauhaus,
These Immortal Souls,
Maurizio,
Robert Görl,
One Last Wish,
H. Thieme,
Tubeway Army,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
La Düsseldorf,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.