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 Madagascar and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sister Nancy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Buckinghams,
The New Christs,
Cluster,
Goldenarms,
Royal Trux,
Aaron Thompson,
Harmonia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter and Kerry,
Archie Shepp,
Magazine,
the Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Simply Red,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minny Pops,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Sherman,
Al Stewart,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Neon Judgement,
Moss Icon,
Zero Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fatback Band,
Eric Copeland,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ken Boothe,
The Last Poets,
Pylon,
kango's stein massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Cymande,
Pantytec,
Oblivians,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wally Richardson,
Nils Olav,
Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Babytalk,
The Blackbyrds,
Byron Stingily,
Index,
R.M.O.,
One Last Wish,
Harry Pussy,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.