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 Mauritania and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 the Association to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Carl Craig,
The Five Americans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masters at Work,
Camberwell Now,
Animal Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Quando Quango,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Bar-Kays,
Glenn Branca,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Moon,
Rosa Yemen,
Niagra,
Lalann,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deadbeat,
LL Cool J,
The Durutti Column,
Iggy Pop,
Babytalk,
Crooked Eye,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minor Threat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joey Negro,
Camouflage,
This Heat,
Inner City,
Excepter,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Slits,
Ludus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lungfish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spandau Ballet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra,
The Associates,
Hot Snakes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Metal Thangz,
Whodini,
The Walker Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mark Hollis,
Arab on Radar,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.