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 Solomon Islands and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Ponytail to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Janne Schatter,
the Germs,
Talk Talk,
Sister Nancy,
June Days,
Erasure,
Cybotron,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Aloha Tigers,
World's Most,
Scrapy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monks,
The J.B.'s,
Letta Mbulu,
OOIOO,
Godley & Creme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monochrome Set,
Wally Richardson,
Symarip,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anthony Braxton,
Steve Hackett,
the Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Loose Ends,
Eli Mardock,
MC5,
the Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Associates,
Roxy Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Smog,
Chrome,
Moby Grape,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Trumans Water,
Young Marble Giants,
John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quadrant,
Newcleus,
Sun City Girls,
Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
Hot Snakes,
Unrelated Segments,
Visage,
Wire,
Crooked Eye,
The Index,
Yellowson,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.