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 Ecuador and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Yellowson to the jazz 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Basic Channel,
The Names,
Mad Mike,
Bush Tetras,
The Beau Brummels,
Sight & Sound,
Niagra,
Bad Manners,
Erasure,
The Toasters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
Nico,
The Blues Magoos,
The Techniques,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Severed Heads,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Bourne,
Brick,
The Residents,
Wings,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fortunes,
The Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Loose Ends,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Graham Central Station,
The Monks,
The Busters,
Roxette,
The Selecter,
Blake Baxter,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter and Kerry,
Procol Harum,
Qualms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Style,
Fluxion,
Funky Four + One,
The Velvet Underground,
Rosa Yemen,
Radio Birdman,
Royal Trux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amazonics,
The Saints,
Zero Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Black Bananas,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.