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 Burkina and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the jazz 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Dark Day,
Scrapy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wally Richardson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Victims,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Terry,
Fad Gadget,
The Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Style,
Man Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warren Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
Ken Boothe,
Sister Nancy,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moby Grape,
June Days,
Guru Guru,
Heaven 17,
Lindisfarne,
the Normal,
A Certain Ratio,
Spandau Ballet,
Nico,
Porter Ricks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Moebius,
Thompson Twins,
New Age Steppers,
Steve Hackett,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pulsallama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alison Limerick,
The Sonics,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delta 5,
Maleditus Sound,
Second Layer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pere Ubu,
Skriet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quadrant,
Erasure,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lakeside,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.