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 Israel and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
Mandrill,
China Crisis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Red Krayola,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronan,
E-Dancer,
Lindisfarne,
Pulsallama,
Lalo Schifrin,
Albert Ayler,
Toni Rubio,
Niagra,
cv313,
Mo-Dettes,
Depeche Mode,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Invisible,
Fat Boys,
The Pop Group,
Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
MDC,
Animal Collective,
Joy Division,
Infiniti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Subhumans,
Simply Red,
Bill Wells,
Masters at Work,
Public Image Ltd.,
Steve Hackett,
Clear Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Last Poets,
The Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sam Rivers,
AZ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Althea and Donna,
Lebanon Hanover,
Von Mondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Offenders,
David Axelrod,
The Sound,
Eddi Front,
Mantronix,
Max Romeo,
The Cowsills,
Deepchord,
PIL,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.