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 Ireland and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Pierre Henry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Isaac Hayes,
Sight & Sound,
Aswad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Bar-Kays,
Carl Craig,
One Last Wish,
Kenny Larkin,
Iggy Pop,
Rod Modell,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ituana,
U.S. Maple,
Stiv Bators,
Urselle,
Quadrant,
Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Skriet,
Eurythmics,
Dave Gahan,
Yaz,
Public Enemy,
Yazoo,
Oblivians,
In Retrospect,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Zeros,
Roxette,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Womack,
The Skatalites,
The Vogues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Hood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Barracudas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Green,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Basic Channel,
Flipper,
X-102,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronan,
F. McDonald,
Scrapy,
Radio Birdman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Teasers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vainqueur,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.