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 Denmark 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Robert Görl to the rock 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tubeway Army,
Guru Guru,
Harpers Bizarre,
Panda Bear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Depeche Mode,
Mars,
Brick,
Sonic Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Moby Grape,
Ultravox,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erykah Badu,
The Walker Brothers,
Deepchord,
Anakelly,
Fat Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Khruangbin,
Kurtis Blow,
Alton Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
The Selecter,
Bang On A Can,
The Standells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New York Dolls,
One Last Wish,
Howard Jones,
Maurizio,
Simply Red,
Wire,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Grass Roots,
The Velvet Underground,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Letta Mbulu,
A Certain Ratio,
Intrusion,
R.M.O.,
Moss Icon,
The Birthday Party,
Unwound,
the Association,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minutemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Theoretical Girls,
Dead Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sugar Minott,
Wings,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.