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 Madrid.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Thee Headcoats to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Gories,
The Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arthur Verocai,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suicide,
Roxette,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fuzztones,
The Count Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liliput,
China Crisis,
Lalann,
The Modern Lovers,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Model 500,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echospace,
cv313,
Trumans Water,
Leonard Cohen,
Ice-T,
Sun City Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
ABC,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Barracudas,
Swans,
The Saints,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moody Blues,
Ten City,
The Wake,
Yellowson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Copeland,
The Litter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deadbeat,
Qualms,
Babytalk,
Radio Birdman,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sonics,
The Associates,
The Toasters,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gun Club,
Con Funk Shun,
Sparks,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.