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 Nepal and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Heaven 17 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Associates,
Oblivians,
DJ Style,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Sheep,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Don Cherry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quadrant,
The Gladiators,
China Crisis,
Procol Harum,
Bill Wells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Massinfluence,
The Black Dice,
Schoolly D,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Wake,
Marc Almond,
Dave Gahan,
Joey Negro,
The Index,
Chrome,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Steve Hackett,
Wasted Youth,
Ice-T,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alphaville,
L. Decosne,
Gang Gang Dance,
MDC,
The American Breed,
The J.B.'s,
Juan Atkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June Days,
Niagra,
Q65,
Wolf Eyes,
Judy Mowatt,
Malaria!,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cure,
Royal Trux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Dolphy,
John Lydon,
Brick,
Man Eating Sloth,
FM Einheit,
The Leaves,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.