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 Norway and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slave to the techno 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Mission of Burma,
Negative Approach,
kango's stein massive,
Dawn Penn,
Gichy Dan,
OOIOO,
Banda Bassotti,
Adolescents,
U.S. Maple,
Laurel Aitken,
Bob Dylan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Association,
Delta 5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Surgeon,
Joe Smooth,
Nico,
Funkadelic,
Television Personalities,
Grey Daturas,
Fat Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Litter,
Joe Finger,
EPMD,
Marine Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Graham Central Station,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers,
Inner City,
the Human League,
Mandrill,
Roger Hodgson,
Youth Brigade,
The Trojans,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Joensuu 1685,
The Saints,
cv313,
The Zeros,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reagan Youth,
Deadbeat,
Albert Ayler,
X-Ray Spex,
MDC,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.