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 Niger and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 Five Americans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Quantec,
The Martian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Josef K,
Eric Dolphy,
Iggy Pop,
The American Breed,
KRS-One,
Jacques Brel,
Ronan,
Albert Ayler,
Hoover,
The Offenders,
Todd Rundgren,
Cheater Slicks,
Stetsasonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Starr,
MDC,
ABBA,
Fear,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monochrome Set,
The Names,
Andrew Hill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Green,
Outsiders,
Mantronix,
Intrusion,
the Human League,
Newcleus,
Camberwell Now,
Howard Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Sheep,
Morten Harket,
Goldenarms,
New York Dolls,
David Axelrod,
Reagan Youth,
Fluxion,
The Standells,
The Saints,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aural Exciters,
Cal Tjader,
The Misunderstood,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smoke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Techniques,
Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Bobby Sherman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Little Man,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.