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 Ukraine and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 Alphaville to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Wally Richardson,
Skriet,
The Velvet Underground,
Lower 48,
Stockholm Monsters,
Icehouse,
This Heat,
Graham Central Station,
The Monochrome Set,
John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
The Durutti Column,
Ituana,
The Happenings,
Urselle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joyce Sims,
kango's stein massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swell Maps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Malaria!,
The Real Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
Michelle Simonal,
Yazoo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lindisfarne,
the Slits,
Steve Hackett,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantaleimon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jandek,
Dave Gahan,
Black Bananas,
Aloha Tigers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Babytalk,
The Fortunes,
Scientists,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Carl Craig,
Roxette,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pet Shop Boys,
Symarip,
The Slackers,
Kurtis Blow,
The United States of America,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joy Division,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Golliwogs,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.