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 Russia and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Supertramp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
The Moleskins,
The Victims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
KRS-One,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy Collins,
Blancmange,
Gabor Szabo,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharoah Sanders,
MDC,
Max Romeo,
Chris Corsano,
Grauzone,
June Days,
Sonny Sharrock,
Von Mondo,
Mandrill,
Funkadelic,
Deadbeat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barbara Tucker,
Schoolly D,
Alphaville,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Bananas,
John Lydon,
Sam Rivers,
The Smiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Star Department,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Görl,
Howard Jones,
ABC,
The Stooges,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Terry,
Amazonics,
Agent Orange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Index,
Youth Brigade,
Roxy Music,
Severed Heads,
The Blackbyrds,
Sparks,
Arcadia,
Glenn Branca,
Don Cherry,
La Düsseldorf,
H. Thieme,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.