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 Cuba and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Boredoms,
Basic Channel,
X-Ray Spex,
FM Einheit,
Franke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Popol Vuh,
Fluxion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pagans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scan 7,
Smog,
Slave,
Crime,
The Smoke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kurtis Blow,
New Age Steppers,
Nas,
Flipper,
the Germs,
Main Source,
Newcleus,
Anakelly,
Television Personalities,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mantronix,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Clarke,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxette,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moody Blues,
Camberwell Now,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Excepter,
Jacques Brel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visage,
Cameo,
Kaleidoscope,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxy Music,
Intrusion,
Dark Day,
Unrelated Segments,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Normal,
The Remains,
The Pretty Things,
U.S. Maple,
Bob Dylan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.