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 Congo and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Radio Birdman,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül II,
Rites of Spring,
Charles Mingus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moby Grape,
Fluxion,
Urselle,
In Retrospect,
Sound Behaviour,
Procol Harum,
Magma,
Blossom Toes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Searchers,
The Gladiators,
DNA,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare,
Ludus,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Hill,
Fela Kuti,
Pantytec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rotary Connection,
kango's stein massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Order,
Eddi Front,
Kerri Chandler,
Gichy Dan,
Thompson Twins,
The Litter,
Bush Tetras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Parry Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gun Club,
MDC,
World's Most,
The Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
Maleditus Sound,
ABBA,
Pulsallama,
Crash Course in Science,
Moss Icon,
The Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Iggy Pop,
Motorama,
F. McDonald,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.