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 Lithuania 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Massinfluence to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mad Mike,
Grey Daturas,
Ronnie Foster,
Morten Harket,
Wire,
Moby Grape,
John Lydon,
Eli Mardock,
Scientists,
Henry Cow,
Steve Hackett,
The Count Five,
Lakeside,
Wolf Eyes,
The Motions,
Siglo XX,
David Axelrod,
CMW,
Gang Starr,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Association,
Nirvana,
Fatback Band,
Deepchord,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Bowie,
Laurel Aitken,
Malaria!,
Pulsallama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Finger,
The United States of America,
Wasted Youth,
Pole,
Alphaville,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crime,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Accadde A,
kango's stein massive,
Eurythmics,
One Last Wish,
Scrapy,
Tears for Fears,
Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Masters at Work,
The Monochrome Set,
Barrington Levy,
Roxette,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gories,
Japan,
Robert Hood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.