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 Portland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 kango's stein massive 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
New Age Steppers,
E-Dancer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Mars,
10cc,
DJ Style,
KRS-One,
Niagra,
The Modern Lovers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tears for Fears,
Japan,
The Victims,
Public Enemy,
The Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
MC5,
Peter and Kerry,
Supertramp,
Ultravox,
Gang of Four,
Bill Wells,
Pere Ubu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Stooges,
The Gun Club,
Make Up,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cybotron,
Gerry Rafferty,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare,
Zero Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bush Tetras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Joey Negro,
Black Bananas,
Dave Gahan,
Wire,
Rakim,
Dead Boys,
The Standells,
Dual Sessions,
Steve Hackett,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smoke,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monks,
Buzzcocks,
Essential Logic,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.