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 Gambia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sandy B,
Goldenarms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ponytail,
Jerry's Kids,
Masters at Work,
Yusef Lateef,
Amazonics,
H. Thieme,
Marc Almond,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Association,
Moebius,
Ice-T,
One Last Wish,
Judy Mowatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronan,
Moss Icon,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül II,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
World's Most,
the Fania All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faraquet,
Chrome,
Mission of Burma,
Iggy Pop,
Intrusion,
Arab on Radar,
Hasil Adkins,
The Wake,
Sixth Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Whodini,
Audionom,
Section 25,
The Stooges,
June of 44,
Brand Nubian,
Gang of Four,
The Standells,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
Second Layer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Procol Harum,
Sister Nancy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rites of Spring,
Nas,
Peter & Gordon,
The J.B.'s,
The Motions,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.