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 Kiribati and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Pop Group to the jazz 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
Nik Kershaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Duran Duran,
Sun City Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Hill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
Average White Band,
Television,
D'Angelo,
Little Man,
the Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Icehouse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cecil Taylor,
Fat Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Junior Murvin,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Clarke,
The Move,
Procol Harum,
Joe Finger,
Fela Kuti,
The Count Five,
The Star Department,
Popol Vuh,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Ken Boothe,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mummies,
Flash Fearless,
E-Dancer,
Angry Samoans,
Iggy Pop,
Aural Exciters,
The Evens,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Erasure,
Deepchord,
Colin Newman,
Reagan Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.