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 Slovakia 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fela Kuti,
Hasil Adkins,
Freddie Wadling,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moleskins,
Glenn Branca,
Traffic Nightmare,
Letta Mbulu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Moon,
Reagan Youth,
Excepter,
DJ Style,
Inner City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Happenings,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Invisible,
Swans,
R.M.O.,
Boredoms,
Don Cherry,
Buzzcocks,
Colin Newman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Clarke,
Connie Case,
Ossler,
Oblivians,
Goldenarms,
Newcleus,
Rekid,
The Fuzztones,
Piero Umiliani,
MDC,
Outsiders,
The Pretty Things,
Talk Talk,
Lou Christie,
Black Bananas,
Dave Gahan,
Theoretical Girls,
Quantec,
Supertramp,
Derrick Morgan,
Sixth Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Symarip,
Vainqueur,
Sister Nancy,
Neu!,
James White and The Blacks,
Loose Ends,
Negative Approach,
Con Funk Shun,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zapp,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.