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 Kenya and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
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 güiro 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 Flash Fearless to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Blackbyrds,
Funky Four + One,
The Buckinghams,
Clear Light,
The Gap Band,
Byron Stingily,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arcadia,
The Move,
The Misunderstood,
Graham Central Station,
John Holt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rekid,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Green,
Joey Negro,
Sister Nancy,
Ponytail,
Althea and Donna,
Y Pants,
June of 44,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
10cc,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dual Sessions,
Alphaville,
AZ,
Sam Rivers,
the Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Darondo,
Flipper,
The Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crime,
Bobby Womack,
Minor Threat,
Chrome,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Max Romeo,
Little Man,
X-Ray Spex,
Wire,
The Techniques,
The Victims,
Aloha Tigers,
The Young Rascals,
Terry Callier,
Circle Jerks,
Lower 48,
The Golliwogs,
Davy DMX,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.