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 Romania and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Johnny Osbourne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Skriet,
Warsaw,
PIL,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chrome,
Erasure,
X-102,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
a-ha,
Dennis Brown,
Swell Maps,
Fat Boys,
The Raincoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The J.B.'s,
H. Thieme,
Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sixth Finger,
China Crisis,
ABC,
Andrew Hill,
Rosa Yemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funkadelic,
Funky Four + One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joy Division,
Adolescents,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pop Group,
Organ,
June Days,
Unwound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barrington Levy,
Black Flag,
Steve Hackett,
In Retrospect,
Con Funk Shun,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül II,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Half Japanese,
Khruangbin,
Suburban Knight,
Niagra,
Gang of Four,
Wings,
The New Christs,
Alphaville,
The Toasters,
Ronan,
Derrick May,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quadrant,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.