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 Laos and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dual Sessions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
The Searchers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bad Manners,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kayak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris Corsano,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Buckinghams,
The Fortunes,
Stiv Bators,
Maurizio,
Suburban Knight,
The Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Tom Boy,
Fear,
Todd Terry,
Mantronix,
ABC,
Marine Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Names,
The Move,
Tres Demented,
Joy Division,
Babytalk,
a-ha,
Man Parrish,
Oneida,
Derrick Morgan,
Laurel Aitken,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lindisfarne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minor Threat,
Clear Light,
Jacob Miller,
The Knickerbockers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Negative Approach,
Ultravox,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Style,
Jerry's Kids,
the Germs,
Depeche Mode,
Flipper,
Dennis Brown,
Inner City,
Wally Richardson,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cramps,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slick Rick,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.