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 Mongolia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ten City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bob Dylan,
Danielle Patucci,
David Bowie,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cure,
Reuben Wilson,
UT,
K-Klass,
Magma,
The Grass Roots,
The Gories,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Parry Music,
Pagans,
Country Teasers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masters at Work,
Suicide,
Tim Buckley,
the Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Urselle,
Loose Ends,
The Divine Comedy,
Charles Mingus,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Music Machine,
The Gladiators,
Bill Wells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deakin,
Pylon,
cv313,
Kayak,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smiths,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Basic Channel,
Average White Band,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül,
The Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Procol Harum,
Symarip,
Davy DMX,
Model 500,
Malaria!,
The Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Pere Ubu,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.