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 Nicaragua and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David Bowie to the grime 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Josef K,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blancmange,
Warren Ellis,
X-102,
Chris & Cosey,
John Foxx,
Harmonia,
The Names,
Swell Maps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dorothy Ashby,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harry Pussy,
Saccharine Trust,
Grauzone,
Gong,
Aloha Tigers,
The Searchers,
Tres Demented,
The Star Department,
Second Layer,
Black Sheep,
Jacques Brel,
The Misunderstood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monochrome Set,
Slick Rick,
Crash Course in Science,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Porter Ricks,
Sun City Girls,
Kas Product,
Hashim,
Godley & Creme,
Masters at Work,
Average White Band,
the Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Junior Murvin,
Circle Jerks,
Scion,
Rites of Spring,
Jawbox,
Chris Corsano,
Little Man,
Magazine,
Excepter,
Morten Harket,
Symarip,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
Q and Not U,
Cluster,
Erasure,
Oblivians,
The Gap Band,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.