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 Papua New Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Danielle Patucci to the techno 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Evens,
Organ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers,
The Mummies,
World's Most,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erykah Badu,
Warren Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slackers,
Pierre Henry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
Todd Terry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bluetip,
The Count Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
L. Decosne,
Moebius,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Selecter,
Althea and Donna,
June Days,
Subhumans,
The Black Dice,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nico,
The Skatalites,
Accadde A,
Glenn Branca,
The Smiths,
Dawn Penn,
Eurythmics,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Near,
Cybotron,
Massinfluence,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Bowie,
Faust,
Matthew Halsall,
Fluxion,
Jawbox,
The Dirtbombs,
One Last Wish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Wake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Supertramp,
Vainqueur,
Robert Görl,
Kayak,
Thee Headcoats,
The Young Rascals,
Masters at Work,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aural Exciters,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.