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 Taiwan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ponytail to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Visage,
Tres Demented,
Drexciya,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Popol Vuh,
Hot Snakes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Don Cherry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Tremeloes,
The Names,
Erasure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Real Kids,
Black Bananas,
Boz Scaggs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pretty Things,
The Barracudas,
The Walker Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül,
Lakeside,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed,
Pantaleimon,
the Swans,
The Stooges,
Eddi Front,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dorothy Ashby,
Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agent Orange,
Rosa Yemen,
The Victims,
The Young Rascals,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thompson Twins,
The Five Americans,
Motorama,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wings,
Clear Light,
The Moody Blues,
The Dirtbombs,
Make Up,
Ken Boothe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Symarip,
David Bowie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.