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 Liechtenstein and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Lyres to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Metal Thangz,
Terry Callier,
Mad Mike,
The Dead C,
Joy Division,
Parry Music,
Erasure,
Man Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Piero Umiliani,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang of Four,
The Remains,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blake Baxter,
The Pop Group,
Minor Threat,
Los Fastidios,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Style,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Mills,
The Selecter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Holt,
Isaac Hayes,
E-Dancer,
Maurizio,
U.S. Maple,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Groovy Waters,
The Happenings,
Inner City,
Anakelly,
Cameo,
Scratch Acid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smiths,
Henry Cow,
The Barracudas,
Hasil Adkins,
Subhumans,
Supertramp,
Sex Pistols,
Mantronix,
Freddie Wadling,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Count Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
Johnny Clarke,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.