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 Lebanon and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the disco 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Audionom,
Infiniti,
Nico,
UT,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Moon,
Massinfluence,
Mad Mike,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dead C,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Five Americans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zapp,
Reagan Youth,
Mars,
Scientists,
CMW,
10cc,
The Barracudas,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mummies,
The Fuzztones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash,
Newcleus,
Alice Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Tommy Roe,
Sound Behaviour,
Panda Bear,
Joe Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Fela Kuti,
DNA,
Bootsy Collins,
Tres Demented,
The Gories,
The Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
U.S. Maple,
Silicon Teens,
Fatback Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed,
Siglo XX,
The Velvet Underground,
Bauhaus,
Absolute Body Control,
Bizarre Inc.,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-Ray Spex,
LL Cool J,
The Young Rascals,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.