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 Guinea-Bissau and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Unrelated Segments to the dance 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Fraelich,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ken Boothe,
Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faraquet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fad Gadget,
The Smiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Icehouse,
The Human League,
The Standells,
The Durutti Column,
The Martian,
Anakelly,
Roger Hodgson,
Scratch Acid,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Almond,
Kas Product,
John Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
OOIOO,
Peter & Gordon,
Duran Duran,
Warsaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Franke,
Nirvana,
The Angels of Light,
Saccharine Trust,
Bluetip,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Little Man,
Hot Snakes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
D'Angelo,
Symarip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monks,
Ponytail,
Dave Gahan,
The United States of America,
The Fortunes,
Arab on Radar,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.