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 Solomon Islands and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grunge 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Fluxion,
Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
Quantec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funky Four + One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sugar Minott,
Surgeon,
Liliput,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ornette Coleman,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Style,
Chrome,
Matthew Bourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donald Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
Ituana,
X-102,
The Raincoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang of Four,
Pantytec,
Aloha Tigers,
Ten City,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Womack,
cv313,
Nik Kershaw,
Smog,
Amazonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nirvana,
Das Ding,
Organ,
The Fortunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Animal Collective,
Swans,
Rites of Spring,
Oblivians,
Stereo Dub,
Goldenarms,
Carl Craig,
Delon & Dalcan,
kango's stein massive,
Suburban Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ken Boothe,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.