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 Italy and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Hashim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Essential Logic,
The Gories,
The Misunderstood,
Q65,
Gerry Rafferty,
Theoretical Girls,
Fluxion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cecil Taylor,
The Happenings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
MDC,
Marvin Gaye,
Symarip,
Black Moon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mummies,
Flash Fearless,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Starr,
PIL,
Grauzone,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare,
The United States of America,
EPMD,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Age Steppers,
Steve Hackett,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sällskapet,
Monks,
Delta 5,
The Moody Blues,
Clear Light,
Minny Pops,
Pantaleimon,
X-101,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crooked Eye,
Ludus,
Aaron Thompson,
Marmalade,
Lyres,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiohead,
The Remains,
Tears for Fears,
Au Pairs,
Eli Mardock,
DNA,
Minutemen,
Faust,
Hashim,
The Litter,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.