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 Dominican Republic and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yazoo to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Skaos,
kango's stein massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Misunderstood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
Arthur Verocai,
Essential Logic,
Grauzone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
The Black Dice,
The Last Poets,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cramps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gong,
Black Sheep,
Lou Christie,
Barbara Tucker,
Blancmange,
Henry Cow,
Robert Görl,
Flash Fearless,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Main Source,
The Skatalites,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cowsills,
The Young Rascals,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Tremeloes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gories,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül II,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joy Division,
In Retrospect,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Al Stewart,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Germs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hot Snakes,
The Pretty Things,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.