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 Kosovo 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grime 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cramps,
Robert Görl,
The Real Kids,
The Saints,
Zero Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lightning Bolt,
Piero Umiliani,
Malaria!,
Parry Music,
Marmalade,
a-ha,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
CMW,
The Fugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funky Four + One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Icehouse,
Au Pairs,
Scrapy,
The Moody Blues,
T.S.O.L.,
F. McDonald,
New Order,
The Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Monks,
Los Fastidios,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Camberwell Now,
Chris & Cosey,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T. Rex,
Qualms,
Thee Headcoats,
Pole,
FM Einheit,
The Grass Roots,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
One Last Wish,
Inner City,
Agitation Free,
Organ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Althea and Donna,
The Move,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
The Wake,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Halsall,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.