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 Cambodia 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Popol Vuh to the grime 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '80s.
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 Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Depeche Mode,
Public Enemy,
The Remains,
The Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantytec,
Icehouse,
FM Einheit,
Monks,
Mark Hollis,
Alton Ellis,
The Stooges,
Bad Manners,
Gabor Szabo,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed,
Joy Division,
Oblivians,
Harpers Bizarre,
Newcleus,
Neil Young,
Joe Finger,
Moebius,
The Cramps,
The Cure,
Fear,
the Sonics,
The Selecter,
Roxy Music,
Boz Scaggs,
Al Stewart,
Girls At Our Best!,
Duran Duran,
Dark Day,
Sound Behaviour,
The Tremeloes,
Oneida,
Quadrant,
Donald Byrd,
Quantec,
Terry Callier,
PIL,
The Searchers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wings,
Mad Mike,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalann,
Idris Muhammad,
The Names,
Josef K,
Cecil Taylor,
Deadbeat,
Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Laurel Aitken,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.