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 Mauritius and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Man Parrish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Godley & Creme,
Idris Muhammad,
Fear,
Technova,
Iggy Pop,
Lalo Schifrin,
Underground Resistance,
Colin Newman,
Pole,
Lebanon Hanover,
One Last Wish,
Al Stewart,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Selecter,
Pantaleimon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Morten Harket,
Joyce Sims,
Moss Icon,
Ten City,
X-101,
John Holt,
Metal Thangz,
In Retrospect,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Invisible,
Radiohead,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swell Maps,
Saccharine Trust,
The Star Department,
X-102,
The Kinks,
The Knickerbockers,
Shoche,
Darondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q65,
The Misunderstood,
Franke,
The Gap Band,
Sonic Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bronski Beat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker,
The Neon Judgement,
Pulsallama,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.