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 Tanzania and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Real Kids to the jazz 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Copeland,
MC5,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Swans,
The Tremeloes,
FM Einheit,
a-ha,
Little Man,
Absolute Body Control,
Erasure,
Eurythmics,
Letta Mbulu,
The Evens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mantronix,
Dave Gahan,
JFA,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Axelrod,
Cameo,
In Retrospect,
Max Romeo,
Colin Newman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry's Kids,
ABBA,
Cheater Slicks,
Reagan Youth,
Flipper,
Jeff Mills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wolf Eyes,
Bauhaus,
Duran Duran,
The Smoke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pole,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Howard Jones,
Magma,
Newcleus,
Ultra Naté,
Pet Shop Boys,
Second Layer,
Thee Headcoats,
The Residents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dennis Brown,
Altered Images,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kurtis Blow,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.