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 Singapore and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Sandy B 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Pagans,
Aswad,
Mad Mike,
Hoover,
Godley & Creme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lyres,
Ice-T,
Bauhaus,
Gang Starr,
Tim Buckley,
Magma,
Freddie Wadling,
Quadrant,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
FM Einheit,
The Searchers,
The Monks,
The Saints,
Icehouse,
Sister Nancy,
Eddi Front,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Stooges,
Leonard Cohen,
Arcadia,
10cc,
a-ha,
The Raincoats,
the Normal,
Robert Görl,
Tubeway Army,
Ohio Players,
Oblivians,
OOIOO,
Half Japanese,
Black Sheep,
Man Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Boredoms,
Rekid,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Sherman,
Colin Newman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wings,
Shuggie Otis,
Sound Behaviour,
Sex Pistols,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Circle Jerks,
Franke,
Sparks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Motions,
Sixth Finger,
The Black Dice,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.