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 Haiti and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Sandy B to the rap 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Moleskins,
Motorama,
The J.B.'s,
Soul II Soul,
Depeche Mode,
Babytalk,
Skaos,
The Beau Brummels,
The Angels of Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
In Retrospect,
The Mummies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fad Gadget,
Lungfish,
Parry Music,
Young Marble Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arcadia,
Archie Shepp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultimate Spinach,
Whodini,
Gabor Szabo,
Visage,
The Martian,
Severed Heads,
Fugazi,
a-ha,
Mission of Burma,
Vladislav Delay,
The Index,
Delta 5,
Symarip,
Chrome,
Josef K,
The Flesh Eaters,
Idris Muhammad,
Dave Gahan,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang of Four,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantaleimon,
Bob Dylan,
Pantytec,
This Heat,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Robert Görl,
Rekid,
Mantronix,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.