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 Bhutan and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Ralphi Rosario to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur 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?
Negative Approach,
Godley & Creme,
Glambeats Corp.,
MC5,
Jerry's Kids,
Joy Division,
The New Christs,
PIL,
David Bowie,
T. Rex,
Rapeman,
Bad Manners,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sister Nancy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Remains,
Lightning Bolt,
Vainqueur,
Iggy Pop,
Angry Samoans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Desert Stars,
Dead Boys,
Prince Buster,
Robert Hood,
The Fortunes,
Severed Heads,
Lalann,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul II Soul,
Talk Talk,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Beau Brummels,
The Music Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Tres Demented,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fat Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris Corsano,
the Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tears for Fears,
The Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Mad Mike,
Don Cherry,
kango's stein massive,
Blancmange,
Grauzone,
Robert Wyatt,
Fatback Band,
The American Breed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Leaves,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.