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 Honduras and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Girls At Our Best! to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Flamin' Groovies,
Don Cherry,
Sex Pistols,
Amazonics,
Hardrive,
Schoolly D,
Ten City,
The Dead C,
The Blackbyrds,
Crooked Eye,
The Happenings,
Matthew Bourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Association,
Zapp,
Infiniti,
Agitation Free,
Jacques Brel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Porter Ricks,
Cymande,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reuben Wilson,
Cameo,
Parry Music,
Sandy B,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brothers Johnson,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris & Cosey,
The Techniques,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sixth Finger,
Tom Boy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Symarip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pere Ubu,
Altered Images,
Mark Hollis,
Con Funk Shun,
Los Fastidios,
Mr. Review,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q and Not U,
Wire,
The Associates,
Tim Buckley,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Von Mondo,
Aloha Tigers,
Ludus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Connie Case,
cv313,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.