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 Slovakia and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Minny Pops,
Soul II Soul,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q and Not U,
FM Einheit,
The Evens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Chris & Cosey,
Camberwell Now,
Monolake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Christie,
Cecil Taylor,
Sight & Sound,
The Vogues,
The Saints,
Fluxion,
X-101,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Kinks,
Bizarre Inc.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül,
Scrapy,
The Smoke,
June Days,
Byron Stingily,
Public Enemy,
Negative Approach,
Robert Wyatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vainqueur,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aural Exciters,
Fela Kuti,
Deepchord,
Kayak,
Dennis Brown,
Alphaville,
Kaleidoscope,
The Stooges,
Pagans,
Throbbing Gristle,
ABBA,
Absolute Body Control,
Freddie Wadling,
Nation of Ulysses,
Depeche Mode,
Guru Guru,
Juan Atkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.