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 Nepal and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grime 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Skriet,
Clear Light,
Harry Pussy,
The Buckinghams,
One Last Wish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minnie Riperton,
Ken Boothe,
Bad Manners,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cymande,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unrelated Segments,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Birthday Party,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fuzztones,
Wings,
Eric Copeland,
Heaven 17,
Nick Fraelich,
Monolake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bronski Beat,
Sixth Finger,
Faraquet,
Motorama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Parry Music,
the Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joy Division,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dawn Penn,
Rotary Connection,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suburban Knight,
John Cale,
Josef K,
The Fall,
Joe Finger,
Minor Threat,
Supertramp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eve St. Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Ralphi Rosario,
In Retrospect,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Stooges,
Spandau Ballet,
LL Cool J,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.