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 Kosovo 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 The Golliwogs to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Dark Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Trumans Water,
Absolute Body Control,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultra Naté,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lungfish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harmonia,
Scan 7,
Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slackers,
Surgeon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quantec,
The Sound,
PIL,
Adolescents,
ABBA,
Brothers Johnson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
8 Eyed Spy,
Malaria!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Niagra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Anakelly,
Sam Rivers,
Audionom,
Pussy Galore,
Traffic Nightmare,
Babytalk,
Graham Central Station,
Zero Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Normal,
Aaron Thompson,
Godley & Creme,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Hill,
Peter & Gordon,
Minor Threat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Loose Ends,
Delta 5,
Jeff Lynne,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.