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 Mozambique and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lou Reed 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 Shadows of Knight to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Saints,
Wolf Eyes,
D'Angelo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doors,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Copeland,
Idris Muhammad,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wings,
The Stooges,
Todd Rundgren,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vainqueur,
The Young Rascals,
Angry Samoans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Supertramp,
The Star Department,
Gabor Szabo,
Inner City,
Quadrant,
cv313,
Grauzone,
LL Cool J,
The Motions,
Joyce Sims,
Talk Talk,
AZ,
The Cure,
Magma,
Piero Umiliani,
Quantec,
Bronski Beat,
In Retrospect,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Almond,
Minutemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Prunes,
10cc,
Shoche,
Marine Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Outsiders,
Ice-T,
Little Man,
The Selecter,
The American Breed,
Duran Duran,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Joe Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
The Busters,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.