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 Kyrgyzstan and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Khruangbin to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
AZ,
Max Romeo,
Duran Duran,
the Association,
Livin' Joy,
Rites of Spring,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dawn Penn,
Lungfish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gichy Dan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Five Americans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dead C,
Goldenarms,
Colin Newman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nirvana,
Warren Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultra Naté,
Thee Headcoats,
MC5,
Amon Düül,
Monks,
Yazoo,
Eurythmics,
Terry Callier,
Chris & Cosey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scion,
Blancmange,
The Toasters,
Sandy B,
Cybotron,
Gregory Isaacs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Mills,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
Graham Central Station,
David Axelrod,
Altered Images,
Steve Hackett,
Sugar Minott,
X-102,
Ornette Coleman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Wyatt,
Neu!,
John Foxx,
Supertramp,
Peter and Kerry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.