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 the UAE and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Lydon to the jazz 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Soulsonic Force,
Moby Grape,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Almond,
Inner City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Animal Collective,
Q65,
The Young Rascals,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Essential Logic,
Todd Rundgren,
Aswad,
Bill Wells,
The Searchers,
Grauzone,
Blossom Toes,
Vainqueur,
Rekid,
Loose Ends,
Kayak,
Oblivians,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Josef K,
The Dead C,
Oneida,
DJ Style,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boredoms,
Eli Mardock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stereo Dub,
The Barracudas,
The Zeros,
Chris Corsano,
Vladislav Delay,
Audionom,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
One Last Wish,
Scratch Acid,
Hasil Adkins,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Whodini,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Beau Brummels,
The Victims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
Scientists,
T.S.O.L.,
Yazoo,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Tom Boy,
Minutemen,
Fugazi,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
L. Decosne,
Section 25,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.