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 Turkmenistan and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Robert Palmer 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 Motorama to the electroclash 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scion,
Albert Ayler,
The Pop Group,
Livin' Joy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spandau Ballet,
La Düsseldorf,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
T. Rex,
Lakeside,
The Searchers,
The Residents,
Harmonia,
The Vogues,
The Dead C,
Organ,
Nas,
Junior Murvin,
Morten Harket,
The Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Pierre Henry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zapp,
Aural Exciters,
Amazonics,
The Real Kids,
Neu!,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Y Pants,
Banda Bassotti,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Human League,
Kas Product,
Theoretical Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Barry Ungar,
Black Flag,
the Swans,
Neil Young,
Graham Central Station,
Procol Harum,
Absolute Body Control,
Television,
Quantec,
Danielle Patucci,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Isaac Hayes,
Youth Brigade,
Fela Kuti,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.