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 Austria and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Depeche Mode 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Byron Stingily,
Traffic Nightmare,
Animal Collective,
Yellowson,
Mission of Burma,
Wally Richardson,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blake Baxter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dead Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Albert Ayler,
Ossler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visage,
Cluster,
Guru Guru,
E-Dancer,
Bob Dylan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Wings,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
FM Einheit,
Vainqueur,
The Gladiators,
Con Funk Shun,
the Swans,
Lyres,
The Dead C,
Blancmange,
Popol Vuh,
John Foxx,
The Happenings,
The Blackbyrds,
Don Cherry,
Gang Green,
DNA,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Trumans Water,
The Last Poets,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
Tommy Roe,
Television Personalities,
Skriet,
Ralphi Rosario,
kango's stein massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Darondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Section 25,
Pierre Henry,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.