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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the funk 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Colin Newman,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funky Four + One,
the Association,
AZ,
The Star Department,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Audionom,
The Mummies,
Junior Murvin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rites of Spring,
Animal Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Sherman,
Oneida,
Tropical Tobacco,
UT,
Bill Near,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Quadrant,
Sound Behaviour,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pagans,
Alphaville,
Spoonie Gee,
Pierre Henry,
Rod Modell,
Erykah Badu,
Das Ding,
ABC,
Harry Pussy,
Crime,
Lakeside,
Ituana,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
B.T. Express,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sugar Minott,
The Cowsills,
The Real Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cybotron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lungfish,
Technova,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Techniques,
Prince Buster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fear,
Skaos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.