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 Mozambique and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Agitation Free to the crunk 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fatback Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joy Division,
Don Cherry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Supertramp,
Judy Mowatt,
Magma,
E-Dancer,
Charles Mingus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ornette Coleman,
Byron Stingily,
Tears for Fears,
Sarah Menescal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arcadia,
The Walker Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Quantec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Womack,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick Morgan,
PIL,
Skriet,
Flipper,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harmonia,
10cc,
The Fortunes,
Franke,
Main Source,
The Remains,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Sneak,
Juan Atkins,
Circle Jerks,
The Index,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Lynne,
The Angels of Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sex Pistols,
Deadbeat,
CMW,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Newcleus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.