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 Guyana and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tremeloes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ice-T,
Lucky Dragons,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Sheep,
The Moleskins,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hardrive,
Patti Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Sherman,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Black Dice,
Spoonie Gee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris Corsano,
Goldenarms,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June Days,
The Alarm Clocks,
Los Fastidios,
Main Source,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arcadia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Audionom,
the Human League,
Depeche Mode,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thompson Twins,
Blancmange,
48th St. Collective,
Lalann,
Pierre Henry,
a-ha,
The Golliwogs,
Flash Fearless,
Albert Ayler,
The Index,
Ornette Coleman,
Gong,
the Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Malaria!,
Oblivians,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aswad,
John Foxx,
Glenn Branca,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terry Callier,
Steve Hackett,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.