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 Tanzania and from Copenhagen.
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 Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Althea and Donna 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Kas Product,
The Zeros,
Lower 48,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cramps,
Magma,
Judy Mowatt,
Hardrive,
Television Personalities,
Mr. Review,
Von Mondo,
The Doors,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cameo,
Liliput,
Dead Boys,
X-101,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Royal Trux,
Minny Pops,
The Moleskins,
Sixth Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
The Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Moebius,
Crispy Ambulance,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scratch Acid,
Tom Boy,
Reagan Youth,
The Litter,
Grey Daturas,
Yazoo,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cybotron,
The Gories,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dave Gahan,
Theoretical Girls,
Carl Craig,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dead C,
Livin' Joy,
the Sonics,
K-Klass,
Unrelated Segments,
Siglo XX,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cure,
Accadde A,
Jeru the Damaja,
R.M.O.,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.