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 Turkey and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 OOIOO to the dance 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Henry Cow,
MDC,
Wire,
FM Einheit,
Japan,
Stetsasonic,
kango's stein massive,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Mills,
The Doors,
Loose Ends,
The Dirtbombs,
The Kinks,
Lucky Dragons,
The United States of America,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Howard Jones,
Wings,
Derrick Morgan,
Audionom,
Roger Hodgson,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül,
Television,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Colin Newman,
Hardrive,
Scientists,
Pagans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kayak,
Q and Not U,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
China Crisis,
R.M.O.,
Brick,
Blake Baxter,
The Music Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Janne Schatter,
The Blackbyrds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Flipper,
Cameo,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Enemy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Finger,
Boredoms,
Bronski Beat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Goldenarms,
Ituana,
Bauhaus,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.