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 Bhutan and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Oblivians to the techno 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars 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?
Davy DMX,
Chris & Cosey,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Enemy,
Amazonics,
the Normal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Terry,
John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Rotary Connection,
T.S.O.L.,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker,
Anthony Braxton,
The Kinks,
The Standells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-101,
Ronnie Foster,
The Five Americans,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Adolescents,
Negative Approach,
Wings,
Pagans,
Nico,
Dawn Penn,
Visage,
Crooked Eye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yusef Lateef,
Cheater Slicks,
Byron Stingily,
Roxette,
The Smiths,
FM Einheit,
Newcleus,
JFA,
Maleditus Sound,
The Star Department,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Niagra,
Fatback Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blackbyrds,
Nils Olav,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
China Crisis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.