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 Montenegro and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Wally Richardson to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Neu!,
La Düsseldorf,
Archie Shepp,
Malaria!,
Suburban Knight,
Urselle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The United States of America,
Oblivians,
Ten City,
Jeff Mills,
Smog,
Joy Division,
Andrew Hill,
Ice-T,
The Young Rascals,
The Knickerbockers,
Cluster,
Minutemen,
Fear,
Piero Umiliani,
Cheater Slicks,
Quantec,
Blancmange,
The Saints,
Arthur Verocai,
Easy Going,
Audionom,
Toni Rubio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
Spoonie Gee,
Graham Central Station,
Al Stewart,
Parry Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
kango's stein massive,
The Gories,
New York Dolls,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doors,
ABBA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Hood,
B.T. Express,
R.M.O.,
Man Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Hasil Adkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Unrelated Segments,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Motorama,
Quando Quango,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.