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 Malta and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tim Buckley to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Almond,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mantronix,
Altered Images,
Albert Ayler,
Rufus Thomas,
Kurtis Blow,
The Martian,
Neu!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Malaria!,
Gang Green,
Brass Construction,
Aswad,
Black Sheep,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tommy Roe,
Graham Central Station,
The Seeds,
Soft Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Nico,
Lungfish,
Swell Maps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dead C,
The Saints,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unrelated Segments,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pere Ubu,
Sarah Menescal,
Roger Hodgson,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Susan Cadogan,
the Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Foxx,
Dave Gahan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Babytalk,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sound,
Hashim,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Residents,
The United States of America,
The Doobie Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aaron Thompson,
Joey Negro,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.