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 Ireland and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 One Last Wish to the grime 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sister Nancy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick Morgan,
The Star Department,
La Düsseldorf,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fall,
Ludus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Barracudas,
Anakelly,
Audionom,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Howard Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Infiniti,
10cc,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry's Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Peter & Gordon,
Ornette Coleman,
The Real Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Henry Cow,
Eddi Front,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Supertramp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The J.B.'s,
The Velvet Underground,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Durutti Column,
Malaria!,
Yaz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Basic Channel,
Leonard Cohen,
The Misunderstood,
Suburban Knight,
Subhumans,
Soulsonic Force,
Zapp,
The Tremeloes,
Lower 48,
Duran Duran,
The Cowsills,
Dennis Brown,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DNA,
Crooked Eye,
Radio Birdman,
Althea and Donna,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.