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 Slovakia and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 David McCallum to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Lalann,
A Certain Ratio,
Stiv Bators,
China Crisis,
Interpol,
Harry Pussy,
the Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Skatalites,
Erykah Badu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anakelly,
Index,
KRS-One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
New York Dolls,
Moss Icon,
Hashim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arthur Verocai,
Fela Kuti,
Ten City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Golliwogs,
Deepchord,
Tom Boy,
The Kinks,
Ice-T,
Wire,
The J.B.'s,
Lungfish,
Rufus Thomas,
Rod Modell,
The Smoke,
Niagra,
New Age Steppers,
Freddie Wadling,
Radio Birdman,
Thee Headcoats,
Arab on Radar,
Eurythmics,
The Count Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joy Division,
Quando Quango,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swans,
Inner City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moody Blues,
The Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cymande,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.