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 Belize and from Manchester.
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 Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marc Almond to the rock 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Subhumans,
La Düsseldorf,
Sällskapet,
The Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
Mr. Review,
Henry Cow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra,
The Cure,
Pagans,
Ultravox,
Stiv Bators,
Vladislav Delay,
Sex Pistols,
Lebanon Hanover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
These Immortal Souls,
Thee Headcoats,
The Zeros,
Andrew Hill,
Monolake,
The Young Rascals,
Anakelly,
Franke,
Byron Stingily,
The Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronan,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slackers,
Simply Red,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oblivians,
New Order,
Animal Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronnie Foster,
Groovy Waters,
Max Romeo,
Index,
Cybotron,
Joey Negro,
Guru Guru,
Masters at Work,
Ossler,
Roxette,
The Star Department,
Tubeway Army,
Terry Callier,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rekid,
Todd Rundgren,
Silicon Teens,
Wire,
DNA,
Suburban Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.