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 Mongolia and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Malaria!,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Sherman,
the Bar-Kays,
Absolute Body Control,
Gong,
Cameo,
Das Ding,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slave,
The Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Radio Birdman,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Copeland,
Flamin' Groovies,
UT,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare,
Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Cluster,
The Zeros,
La Düsseldorf,
Amazonics,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fall,
Jawbox,
Magma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultimate Spinach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suburban Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pole,
Janne Schatter,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
AZ,
Glenn Branca,
Faust,
Gang Green,
Tropical Tobacco,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fela Kuti,
Q and Not U,
Loose Ends,
DJ Sneak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nirvana,
Thee Headcoats,
Flash Fearless,
Cymande,
Max Romeo,
a-ha,
Morten Harket,
Sun City Girls,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.