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 Kuwait and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Tom Boy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
T. Rex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nirvana,
Gang of Four,
Hashim,
Ponytail,
Spoonie Gee,
The Toasters,
Patti Smith,
Gang Starr,
Crooked Eye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Lynne,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moody Blues,
The Motions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiohead,
Warren Ellis,
The Names,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blancmange,
The Sonics,
Audionom,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Hood,
Junior Murvin,
Vainqueur,
New Age Steppers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mandrill,
Aswad,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dirtbombs,
The Birthday Party,
Scrapy,
Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Copeland,
Slave,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Human League,
Max Romeo,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thee Headcoats,
Pantaleimon,
Masters at Work,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monolake,
The Walker Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Alton Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.