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 Barbados and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 R.M.O. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Gun Club,
Unwound,
Marine Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Scan 7,
The Vogues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Womack,
Janne Schatter,
The Skatalites,
Sugar Minott,
Dual Sessions,
Neu!,
The Saints,
Deakin,
The Stooges,
Popol Vuh,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kaleidoscope,
Intrusion,
Alton Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Wake,
Suicide,
Mary Jane Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Sandy B,
Duran Duran,
The Mummies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Babytalk,
X-102,
The Residents,
Darondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Masters at Work,
Don Cherry,
Juan Atkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Grass Roots,
Monolake,
Erykah Badu,
Silicon Teens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rotary Connection,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Enemy,
Hashim,
David McCallum,
Byron Stingily,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fatback Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cybotron,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang of Four,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.