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 Congo and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crooked Eye to the disco 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Simply Red,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cure,
Country Teasers,
John Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Young Marble Giants,
the Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
Flash Fearless,
Lyres,
L. Decosne,
Dawn Penn,
Fat Boys,
June of 44,
The Modern Lovers,
Marvin Gaye,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young,
Todd Terry,
The Motions,
The Monks,
Neu!,
Ossler,
Connie Case,
The Saints,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swell Maps,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Görl,
Flipper,
Idris Muhammad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Colin Newman,
The Names,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marmalade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fugazi,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick May,
Hot Snakes,
MC5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Infiniti,
Q and Not U,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Negative Approach,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.