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 Honduras and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Warsaw to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Little Man,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Wake,
Television Personalities,
Moss Icon,
Sugar Minott,
Au Pairs,
The Mummies,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gun Club,
cv313,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oneida,
The Golliwogs,
Magma,
Barry Ungar,
Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Kerrie Biddell,
Schoolly D,
Kaleidoscope,
Bauhaus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Kurtis Blow,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
The Music Machine,
Neu!,
Skarface,
Pantaleimon,
Joey Negro,
Eric B and Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soulsonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Negative Approach,
Joe Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
the Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gories,
Ten City,
Agent Orange,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.