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 Mexico and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 The Motions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dead C,
Rotary Connection,
London Community Gospel Choir,
La Düsseldorf,
John Foxx,
Yaz,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Godley & Creme,
One Last Wish,
Lightning Bolt,
Panda Bear,
Suicide,
Oneida,
DJ Style,
Steve Hackett,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quantec,
Janne Schatter,
Cameo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Simply Red,
Eric Dolphy,
Skaos,
The Young Rascals,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zapp,
Carl Craig,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
the Germs,
Ultravox,
The Music Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Adolescents,
The Selecter,
Bobby Womack,
The Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Porter Ricks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fat Boys,
Moss Icon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Talk Talk,
Black Pus,
Ludus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monks,
Sparks,
Supertramp,
Sarah Menescal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.