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 Nauru and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nik Kershaw to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Second Layer,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Cybotron,
David Axelrod,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Niagra,
Alphaville,
The Tremeloes,
OOIOO,
Black Flag,
The Moody Blues,
Cameo,
Charles Mingus,
LL Cool J,
Tommy Roe,
Funky Four + One,
Scion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sonics,
cv313,
The Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cluster,
Don Cherry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crime,
Underground Resistance,
Marine Girls,
The Gun Club,
Sparks,
Rosa Yemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skarface,
Ituana,
The Gap Band,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Foxx,
Altered Images,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MC5,
Scientists,
Gang Green,
Motorama,
Steve Hackett,
B.T. Express,
CMW,
Quantec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Parry Music,
a-ha,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blackbyrds,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.