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 Ecuador and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Soft Machine to the electroclash 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The Standells,
Kerri Chandler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dave Clark Five,
UT,
Warsaw,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
The Blues Magoos,
10cc,
John Foxx,
Eurythmics,
Godley & Creme,
The Tremeloes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sound,
Fatback Band,
The Barracudas,
The Move,
The Gap Band,
Procol Harum,
Jawbox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reuben Wilson,
Y Pants,
The Count Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Livin' Joy,
Blake Baxter,
Agitation Free,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
The Associates,
48th St. Collective,
David Axelrod,
John Coltrane,
Cluster,
The Walker Brothers,
ABC,
Max Romeo,
Patti Smith,
Intrusion,
Moebius,
Jeff Lynne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cecil Taylor,
Outsiders,
FM Einheit,
Audionom,
Cheater Slicks,
Warren Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Von Mondo,
Bad Manners,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.