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 China and from New York.
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 Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stereo Dub to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Erasure,
X-101,
The Neon Judgement,
U.S. Maple,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Green,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Clear Light,
Camberwell Now,
Lungfish,
Mandrill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Leonard Cohen,
David McCallum,
Cluster,
Fugazi,
Bobby Womack,
the Normal,
The Velvet Underground,
Eddi Front,
Crash Course in Science,
Basic Channel,
Organ,
the Bar-Kays,
Bauhaus,
Jacob Miller,
Skarface,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dark Day,
Wolf Eyes,
Fatback Band,
Stetsasonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Deepchord,
Television,
Minutemen,
Pere Ubu,
The Names,
Soft Machine,
Accadde A,
Sound Behaviour,
Terrestrial Tones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Groovy Waters,
The Vogues,
Brick,
Ultra Naté,
Peter and Kerry,
Easy Going,
Agent Orange,
The Walker Brothers,
John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispy Ambulance,
T. Rex,
The Count Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cameo,
The Misunderstood,
Susan Cadogan,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.