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 Cambodia and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 The Doors to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visage,
Althea and Donna,
Joy Division,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Wyatt,
Tom Boy,
the Normal,
Nik Kershaw,
the Germs,
Minny Pops,
Fear,
Basic Channel,
Boredoms,
kango's stein massive,
Gang of Four,
Rod Modell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aswad,
Marc Almond,
Massinfluence,
The Mummies,
The Standells,
Mantronix,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tubeway Army,
48th St. Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Parry Music,
Jeff Mills,
Moss Icon,
Deadbeat,
Kaleidoscope,
Rapeman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yaz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Circle Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Depeche Mode,
Yellowson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Sherman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Womack,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Green,
The Victims,
Eric Copeland,
Simply Red,
Rufus Thomas,
Colin Newman,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.