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 Australia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 X-102 to the electroclash 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Toasters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agent Orange,
Marvin Gaye,
Qualms,
The New Christs,
The Gun Club,
Swell Maps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dave Gahan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hoover,
Camberwell Now,
Carl Craig,
Nik Kershaw,
Scrapy,
Fela Kuti,
Easy Going,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Red Krayola,
Steve Hackett,
Amazonics,
Quando Quango,
DJ Sneak,
H. Thieme,
Sight & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris Corsano,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MDC,
Ice-T,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sugar Minott,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Buzzcocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed,
Roxette,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sex Pistols,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aaron Thompson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boz Scaggs,
John Foxx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New York Dolls,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Unwound,
the Soft Cell,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.