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 Thailand and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Mark Hollis to the rock 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Von Mondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blackbyrds,
Danielle Patucci,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slick Rick,
Morten Harket,
Hoover,
Easy Going,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare,
Spoonie Gee,
Steve Hackett,
T. Rex,
Nils Olav,
PIL,
Joy Division,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tears for Fears,
Crooked Eye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rosa Yemen,
Scratch Acid,
Chris Corsano,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül,
Wings,
OOIOO,
Japan,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brand Nubian,
Rakim,
Warsaw,
The Martian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quando Quango,
Agent Orange,
Hardrive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lakeside,
Fat Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Circle Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
John Foxx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Simply Red,
Intrusion,
Rites of Spring,
Chrome,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soulsonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.