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 New Zealand and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Franke,
Angry Samoans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lightning Bolt,
Wasted Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shuggie Otis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Fraelich,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Dolphy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
48th St. Collective,
Panda Bear,
Hot Snakes,
Popol Vuh,
Marmalade,
Lalann,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Simply Red,
Oneida,
D'Angelo,
Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gladiators,
DJ Style,
Henry Cow,
The Human League,
K-Klass,
Cybotron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Royal Trux,
Cluster,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Mills,
Loose Ends,
Toni Rubio,
Crispy Ambulance,
June Days,
Slave,
Young Marble Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cure,
A Certain Ratio,
Tommy Roe,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Dennis Brown,
Rapeman,
The Techniques,
Stetsasonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Lynne,
John Lydon,
The Mojo Men,
The Slackers,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.