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 Jordan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin 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 T. Rex to the crunk 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Wasted Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Pantaleimon,
Agent Orange,
Jawbox,
Yaz,
This Heat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harmonia,
Black Pus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Talk Talk,
Pole,
Shuggie Otis,
X-102,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Happenings,
Nils Olav,
Dennis Brown,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minny Pops,
Blake Baxter,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed,
Minutemen,
Mad Mike,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Style,
The Fortunes,
Eddi Front,
Public Image Ltd.,
Los Fastidios,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
Das Ding,
Half Japanese,
The Names,
Khruangbin,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slackers,
Howard Jones,
Ossler,
David Bowie,
Aloha Tigers,
The Toasters,
Icehouse,
Byron Stingily,
Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Görl,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Last Poets,
Q and Not U,
Spandau Ballet,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.