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 Dominica and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joensuu 1685,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Litter,
Tim Buckley,
Ituana,
Marc Almond,
Gang Green,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rapeman,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
KRS-One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skriet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Janne Schatter,
Dawn Penn,
Flash Fearless,
48th St. Collective,
Inner City,
Camberwell Now,
Bush Tetras,
Graham Central Station,
Kenny Larkin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Tremeloes,
Dead Boys,
the Sonics,
The Evens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Al Stewart,
Donald Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Black Dice,
Model 500,
Terrestrial Tones,
Byron Stingily,
Mr. Review,
Subhumans,
David McCallum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joey Negro,
Arcadia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minutemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Half Japanese,
The Fortunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Accadde A,
Brothers Johnson,
Wire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.