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 Romania and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Index to the punk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Pantaleimon,
Mars,
The Kinks,
Half Japanese,
Silicon Teens,
Audionom,
Fela Kuti,
Pagans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Surgeon,
Funky Four + One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Pus,
Little Man,
The Cowsills,
Arab on Radar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stiv Bators,
Marvin Gaye,
David McCallum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Steve Hackett,
Angry Samoans,
Minor Threat,
Donny Hathaway,
Byron Stingily,
Hasil Adkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
Nico,
The Standells,
the Swans,
Warsaw,
Tubeway Army,
Scrapy,
Derrick Morgan,
Joensuu 1685,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Procol Harum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brick,
Make Up,
Los Fastidios,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultravox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Newcleus,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Fraelich,
ABC,
Agent Orange,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.