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 Ivory Coast and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Sound to the rock 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
a-ha,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Young Rascals,
Wire,
Masters at Work,
Fat Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Hardrive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
PIL,
Mo-Dettes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Angels of Light,
Moebius,
Althea and Donna,
Deadbeat,
Gabor Szabo,
The Birthday Party,
Gerry Rafferty,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rites of Spring,
The Velvet Underground,
Yellowson,
Monolake,
Sandy B,
Rosa Yemen,
New York Dolls,
The Wake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispian St. Peters,
OOIOO,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Davy DMX,
Yusef Lateef,
Flipper,
Mandrill,
Brothers Johnson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Y Pants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slave,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Dolphy,
Scan 7,
Max Romeo,
Tom Boy,
Lakeside,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nico,
cv313,
Bizarre Inc.,
Von Mondo,
The Five Americans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.