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 Botswana and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Essential Logic,
Bauhaus,
Circle Jerks,
David McCallum,
The Sound,
EPMD,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Womack,
Symarip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Bananas,
La Düsseldorf,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Sherman,
Moss Icon,
Todd Terry,
the Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Procol Harum,
Skriet,
The Tremeloes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pretty Things,
Malaria!,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Görl,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tres Demented,
Con Funk Shun,
Freddie Wadling,
Eli Mardock,
Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Move,
Country Teasers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Names,
Urselle,
Radio Birdman,
Model 500,
Boredoms,
Index,
The Standells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sällskapet,
Make Up,
Funkadelic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Kinks,
Qualms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Half Japanese,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.