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 Ivory Coast and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the electroclash 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Goldenarms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed,
The Cramps,
Girls At Our Best!,
F. McDonald,
John Cale,
the Association,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blossom Toes,
Quadrant,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Teasers,
Slave,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tres Demented,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Cluster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Albert Ayler,
Idris Muhammad,
The Black Dice,
Neu!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Scratch Acid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angry Samoans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Foxx,
Television Personalities,
The Monks,
Camouflage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joey Negro,
Accadde A,
Lou Christie,
Malaria!,
Gong,
Erasure,
Funkadelic,
Bluetip,
Ken Boothe,
MDC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry's Kids,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.