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 Cuba and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Los Fastidios 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Gabor Szabo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pagans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lyres,
Juan Atkins,
Shoche,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun City Girls,
Blancmange,
Bobby Sherman,
Franke,
Amazonics,
Camberwell Now,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Sheep,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Marine Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Fraelich,
Rotary Connection,
Babytalk,
Albert Ayler,
Man Eating Sloth,
EPMD,
Ponytail,
MC5,
Kurtis Blow,
Aaron Thompson,
Godley & Creme,
Hasil Adkins,
Joensuu 1685,
Subhumans,
Japan,
Procol Harum,
Chris & Cosey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Saints,
Joey Negro,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wasted Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Near,
Dave Gahan,
The Offenders,
Duran Duran,
MDC,
Inner City,
Soul II Soul,
Bad Manners,
The Fall,
Index,
Roger Hodgson,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.