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 Lesotho 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Knickerbockers to the funk 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The Evens,
Warren Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glenn Branca,
Skarface,
Ossler,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Althea and Donna,
Deepchord,
Drexciya,
Connie Case,
Goldenarms,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Pus,
DNA,
Fat Boys,
Tears for Fears,
The Cramps,
The Birthday Party,
the Swans,
Brass Construction,
Schoolly D,
Main Source,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Wells,
LL Cool J,
Skriet,
Soul II Soul,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Talk Talk,
Pantaleimon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aaron Thompson,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-101,
kango's stein massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T.S.O.L.,
Wire,
Bootsy Collins,
Skaos,
Yazoo,
Ornette Coleman,
Ohio Players,
the Germs,
Robert Görl,
Scrapy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
New Order,
R.M.O.,
48th St. Collective,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.