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 Eritrea and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 L. Decosne to the rock 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Aswad,
Blossom Toes,
H. Thieme,
Radiohead,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Excepter,
The Leaves,
Minutemen,
Tomorrow,
MC5,
Goldenarms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Sherman,
the Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Görl,
The Names,
Ohio Players,
Marmalade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
K-Klass,
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soulsonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bob Dylan,
EPMD,
Cameo,
The Move,
Reuben Wilson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Severed Heads,
Tommy Roe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash,
In Retrospect,
Sparks,
Ronan,
B.T. Express,
The Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fugazi,
Porter Ricks,
The Music Machine,
Donald Byrd,
The Martian,
Bill Near,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Technova,
Slick Rick,
Barbara Tucker,
Warren Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cheater Slicks,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.