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 Nauru and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Scion to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slackers,
Rufus Thomas,
Camouflage,
David Bowie,
Funky Four + One,
Malaria!,
Mandrill,
Magma,
DNA,
Scott Walker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dennis Brown,
Shuggie Otis,
Goldenarms,
The Dead C,
Terry Callier,
Tommy Roe,
Technova,
The Moody Blues,
The Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Khruangbin,
Byron Stingily,
Piero Umiliani,
The Black Dice,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Happenings,
Iggy Pop,
The Kinks,
Barbara Tucker,
The Velvet Underground,
The Knickerbockers,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sparks,
Graham Central Station,
Patti Smith,
Cymande,
Dave Gahan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Raincoats,
The Associates,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siglo XX,
Swell Maps,
Anakelly,
Electric Light Orchestra,
PIL,
Oblivians,
Mission of Burma,
Con Funk Shun,
Newcleus,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nico,
Ossler,
Excepter,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.