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 Spain 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slave to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sällskapet,
Mission of Burma,
Slave,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül,
The Golliwogs,
Make Up,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liliput,
Moby Grape,
New York Dolls,
Kenny Larkin,
Franke,
Marmalade,
Ponytail,
Sound Behaviour,
The Selecter,
Lightning Bolt,
Camberwell Now,
Thompson Twins,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Martian,
Amazonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Inner City,
Brick,
Ohio Players,
Half Japanese,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Subhumans,
The Durutti Column,
Radio Birdman,
The Remains,
The Fuzztones,
Brass Construction,
Kerrie Biddell,
Index,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy Collins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
LL Cool J,
Ornette Coleman,
Quando Quango,
Niagra,
Toni Rubio,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Connie Case,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mr. Review,
Wings,
John Coltrane,
Erasure,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.