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 Malta and from Johannesburg.
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 Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Ponytail to the electroclash 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Infiniti,
Robert Wyatt,
Sugar Minott,
Darondo,
The Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Intrusion,
Nico,
Man Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
David Bowie,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare,
Sandy B,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Flag,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Enemy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aaron Thompson,
Das Ding,
The Beau Brummels,
Flash Fearless,
cv313,
Parry Music,
Dave Gahan,
Tres Demented,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
FM Einheit,
Joyce Sims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warsaw,
The Trojans,
Metal Thangz,
Rites of Spring,
The Gun Club,
CMW,
Technova,
Surgeon,
R.M.O.,
Pole,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wings,
Japan,
Suburban Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Radiohead,
The Gories,
Kerri Chandler,
Blossom Toes,
Deakin,
Terry Callier,
The Toasters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.