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 El Salvador 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fad Gadget 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 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?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cal Tjader,
Kaleidoscope,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
Thompson Twins,
Simply Red,
Harmonia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Halsall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Görl,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zapp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Selecter,
Joy Division,
Negative Approach,
Grey Daturas,
Pulsallama,
Black Bananas,
Television,
The Fugs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Angels of Light,
Procol Harum,
Malaria!,
Skaos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalann,
Drexciya,
the Human League,
cv313,
Fat Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
The Evens,
Ultravox,
Dark Day,
The Golliwogs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed,
Sällskapet,
Lyres,
X-101,
Monks,
The Buckinghams,
The Neon Judgement,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Country Teasers,
Gang of Four,
Con Funk Shun,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.