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 Dominica 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
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 Minny Pops to the electroclash 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Nils Olav,
Marmalade,
the Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Count Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Dawn Penn,
New York Dolls,
Funky Four + One,
Make Up,
Maleditus Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Susan Cadogan,
The United States of America,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Stooges,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smoke,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flipper,
Outsiders,
Index,
Television Personalities,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Icehouse,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Halsall,
Sparks,
Wasted Youth,
Black Sheep,
Michelle Simonal,
Hashim,
Lungfish,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fuzztones,
Kurtis Blow,
The Evens,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Scan 7,
K-Klass,
Audionom,
Sonic Youth,
Au Pairs,
E-Dancer,
Unrelated Segments,
Jawbox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rod Modell,
Intrusion,
Man Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Archie Shepp,
Malaria!,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.