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 Mozambique and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Fear to the jazz 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Subhumans,
Sex Pistols,
The Techniques,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Porter Ricks,
Warsaw,
Bob Dylan,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Inner City,
Marvin Gaye,
Steve Hackett,
Drive Like Jehu,
Silicon Teens,
Delta 5,
Mandrill,
DJ Sneak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul II Soul,
Byron Stingily,
MC5,
The Young Rascals,
Peter and Kerry,
UT,
Crispy Ambulance,
Average White Band,
Tom Boy,
Soft Cell,
the Germs,
The Dead C,
Wasted Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Icehouse,
Saccharine Trust,
Parry Music,
Sun City Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dead Boys,
Magma,
Bizarre Inc.,
This Heat,
Aloha Tigers,
Minor Threat,
48th St. Collective,
Lakeside,
Cymande,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Bourne,
Donald Byrd,
Accadde A,
Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
The Moleskins,
Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Organ,
Colin Newman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.