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 Iceland and from London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Newcleus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Morten Harket,
Wasted Youth,
Radio Birdman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Victims,
Schoolly D,
James White and The Blacks,
Clear Light,
Pylon,
DJ Sneak,
Ituana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flipper,
The Wake,
Rekid,
Livin' Joy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
UT,
Terry Callier,
Rosa Yemen,
The Invisible,
The Tremeloes,
Aloha Tigers,
U.S. Maple,
Thee Headcoats,
Agent Orange,
Main Source,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Talk Talk,
La Düsseldorf,
Reagan Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suburban Knight,
ABBA,
Scan 7,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Y Pants,
Suicide,
Funkadelic,
Harmonia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sight & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fat Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fuzztones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Henry Cow,
PIL,
The Cramps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mandrill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marmalade,
LL Cool J,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.