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 Malawi and from London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Neu! to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Y Pants,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Laurel Aitken,
Lungfish,
The Techniques,
Chrome,
Tres Demented,
Robert Görl,
Symarip,
The Raincoats,
Saccharine Trust,
Hoover,
Charles Mingus,
Reuben Wilson,
Wally Richardson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tears for Fears,
Pulsallama,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zero Boys,
Adolescents,
Sällskapet,
Jandek,
Unwound,
Cameo,
The Gories,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neu!,
Jacob Miller,
Bauhaus,
Juan Atkins,
Barry Ungar,
The Gap Band,
The Last Poets,
Faraquet,
R.M.O.,
Radiohead,
Roxette,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cramps,
The Smiths,
Massinfluence,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Wells,
DJ Sneak,
Absolute Body Control,
Crime,
Peter & Gordon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boz Scaggs,
Max Romeo,
Quando Quango,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.