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 Tajikistan and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Moon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Circle Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kayak,
Jandek,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fall,
Neil Young,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Can,
Harmonia,
The Standells,
Sarah Menescal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Organ,
Aural Exciters,
The Saints,
The Music Machine,
K-Klass,
The Remains,
Bronski Beat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gichy Dan,
the Swans,
Skarface,
Section 25,
Franke,
Infiniti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ituana,
Average White Band,
Henry Cow,
Absolute Body Control,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Finger,
Quando Quango,
The Fugs,
The Star Department,
Suicide,
John Foxx,
Delon & Dalcan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Niagra,
The Young Rascals,
Interpol,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Cale,
Gong,
Robert Hood,
Deepchord,
Chris Corsano,
Scion,
Boredoms,
Juan Atkins,
Jacques Brel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
JFA,
DNA,
Blossom Toes,
the Normal,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.