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 Poland and from New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Dirtbombs to the dance 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Gories,
Iggy Pop,
Monolake,
Shuggie Otis,
Theoretical Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Little Man,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mandrill,
The Gun Club,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacob Miller,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Janne Schatter,
Carl Craig,
Bauhaus,
Hardrive,
Flash Fearless,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Das Ding,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Connie Case,
The Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
Hoover,
Sarah Menescal,
Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Offenders,
Barrington Levy,
Severed Heads,
Crime,
Tears for Fears,
Metal Thangz,
Roxette,
China Crisis,
Patti Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Khruangbin,
The Moleskins,
Rufus Thomas,
Gong,
Mantronix,
Alice Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Young Rascals,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Lynne,
David Axelrod,
Alton Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
Intrusion,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.