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 Switzerland and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Depeche Mode to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
10cc,
Juan Atkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delta 5,
Skaos,
PIL,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Piero Umiliani,
Severed Heads,
Pulsallama,
OOIOO,
Scion,
The Durutti Column,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sällskapet,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Litter,
Sandy B,
The Modern Lovers,
The Real Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dirtbombs,
Make Up,
Sparks,
Simply Red,
Negative Approach,
Tres Demented,
Mission of Burma,
The Fuzztones,
Con Funk Shun,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter and Kerry,
Janne Schatter,
The Barracudas,
Ronan,
The Golliwogs,
Skriet,
Sex Pistols,
Das Ding,
The Techniques,
Oneida,
Cymande,
The Doors,
Scientists,
Mars,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fortunes,
Mark Hollis,
Average White Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smoke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dead C,
Spoonie Gee,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.