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 Estonia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Visage to the crunk 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Patti Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Reuben Wilson,
Siglo XX,
Panda Bear,
X-Ray Spex,
James White and The Blacks,
Kayak,
Sparks,
Rod Modell,
Pulsallama,
A Certain Ratio,
Ten City,
Jacques Brel,
Sex Pistols,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blues Magoos,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Bananas,
Alice Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Toni Rubio,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
H. Thieme,
Ossler,
Lou Reed,
Rosa Yemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terry Callier,
The Electric Prunes,
Television,
Supertramp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry's Kids,
Hoover,
Agent Orange,
Gang of Four,
Bronski Beat,
Wolf Eyes,
Unwound,
Altered Images,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Main Source,
These Immortal Souls,
Crooked Eye,
Quadrant,
Franke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liliput,
Albert Ayler,
The Associates,
Junior Murvin,
Delta 5,
Neil Young,
E-Dancer,
Mary Jane Girls,
T. Rex,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.