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 Czech Republic and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moleskins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABC,
the Association,
Saccharine Trust,
Anakelly,
Model 500,
Trumans Water,
Second Layer,
Average White Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aaron Thompson,
The Buckinghams,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül,
Easy Going,
Smog,
Nico,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minor Threat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Boz Scaggs,
CMW,
The American Breed,
The Mummies,
Monolake,
Matthew Halsall,
FM Einheit,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Music Machine,
The Vogues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Half Japanese,
Patti Smith,
Bauhaus,
Buzzcocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gories,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare,
Brothers Johnson,
Massinfluence,
Derrick Morgan,
World's Most,
The Trojans,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glambeats Corp.,
Freddie Wadling,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Golliwogs,
Yaz,
The Smoke,
Eddi Front,
The Fall,
John Holt,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.