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 Croatia and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Seeds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Barbara Tucker,
Albert Ayler,
Rosa Yemen,
Faraquet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gun Club,
The American Breed,
Severed Heads,
Tres Demented,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cramps,
Main Source,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moleskins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Judy Mowatt,
Index,
F. McDonald,
Quantec,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick Morgan,
Joensuu 1685,
These Immortal Souls,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nas,
Erasure,
Bronski Beat,
Zero Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Make Up,
Morten Harket,
Alison Limerick,
Suburban Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultra Naté,
Au Pairs,
CMW,
Kayak,
Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Pantytec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dual Sessions,
Infiniti,
Duran Duran,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Junior Murvin,
Marmalade,
Chris Corsano,
Ralphi Rosario,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swans,
The Standells,
Supertramp,
Arcadia,
Carl Craig,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.