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 Armenia and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Rapeman to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Agitation Free,
Aloha Tigers,
The Toasters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun City Girls,
Harmonia,
Funkadelic,
Janne Schatter,
Liliput,
Rekid,
Babytalk,
Bobby Womack,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter and Kerry,
Royal Trux,
Massinfluence,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Connie Case,
Yazoo,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ludus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-102,
Lindisfarne,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Franke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heaven 17,
Television Personalities,
Warsaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Techniques,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül II,
Sound Behaviour,
Chrome,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Radio Birdman,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.