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 Australia and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Wasted Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Zero Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Drexciya,
Subhumans,
Warsaw,
Fear,
The Fugs,
Silicon Teens,
Surgeon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Max Romeo,
Ken Boothe,
DNA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oblivians,
The Index,
Graham Central Station,
Black Moon,
The Victims,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gories,
The Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Judy Mowatt,
the Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Motorama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Second Layer,
June Days,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soulsonic Force,
Scientists,
The Neon Judgement,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Interpol,
Barrington Levy,
The Walker Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Altered Images,
U.S. Maple,
Soul II Soul,
Colin Newman,
Tears for Fears,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
Fluxion,
The Offenders,
Underground Resistance,
Radiohead,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Terry,
Ituana,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.