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 Dominica and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare 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 Royal Trux to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
New Age Steppers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Interpol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Axelrod,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Mills,
Pantaleimon,
The Tremeloes,
T.S.O.L.,
the Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quantec,
The Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
The Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Don Cherry,
Bob Dylan,
The Music Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rufus Thomas,
Pole,
The Gun Club,
Ronan,
Half Japanese,
Pierre Henry,
Crooked Eye,
Aswad,
Jandek,
Loose Ends,
One Last Wish,
Hardrive,
Panda Bear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kayak,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultravox,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quadrant,
Sun City Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
R.M.O.,
La Düsseldorf,
Marmalade,
Wire,
Scion,
Harry Pussy,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Copeland,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.