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 South Africa and from Seoul.
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 Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 X-Ray Spex to the dance 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Depeche Mode,
Cheater Slicks,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Modern Lovers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Buzzcocks,
The Count Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Essential Logic,
Black Sheep,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Bananas,
Barry Ungar,
Agent Orange,
Hoover,
Davy DMX,
Swell Maps,
Scratch Acid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Talk Talk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultravox,
Derrick Morgan,
World's Most,
Judy Mowatt,
Brand Nubian,
One Last Wish,
Lyres,
the Germs,
Jacob Miller,
The Standells,
Arcadia,
Moby Grape,
Althea and Donna,
Byron Stingily,
Bush Tetras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Fela Kuti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Holt,
The Human League,
Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fugs,
Brass Construction,
The Golliwogs,
Vladislav Delay,
Tom Boy,
Bluetip,
The Busters,
Barrington Levy,
Moss Icon,
Scion,
Black Pus,
Lindisfarne,
The Victims,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.