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 Turkey and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the punk 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
New York Dolls,
Q65,
Rekid,
Soul II Soul,
Slick Rick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cybotron,
Faraquet,
Dual Sessions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quantec,
Henry Cow,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Bourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Black Dice,
The American Breed,
The Moleskins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Martian,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Copeland,
CMW,
David Bowie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Simply Red,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Victims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tres Demented,
John Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
Fugazi,
Black Pus,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick May,
Monolake,
These Immortal Souls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alton Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
The Human League,
John Foxx,
Roxette,
Eve St. Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Jandek,
K-Klass,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.