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 Netherlands and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 The Index to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sound Behaviour,
Faust,
Half Japanese,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Niagra,
Zapp,
Severed Heads,
Blancmange,
Jerry's Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agitation Free,
The Five Americans,
Bill Near,
the Human League,
Black Sheep,
Susan Cadogan,
World's Most,
Joensuu 1685,
Rosa Yemen,
Grey Daturas,
Quadrant,
Drexciya,
Masters at Work,
Kas Product,
The Smoke,
Arthur Verocai,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tres Demented,
The J.B.'s,
10cc,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Interpol,
F. McDonald,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Carl Craig,
Crime,
The Vogues,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Slits,
Unwound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nils Olav,
T. Rex,
The Litter,
Pussy Galore,
Mantronix,
The Doors,
The Move,
Barclay James Harvest,
Circle Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fugazi,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.