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 Niger and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the electroclash 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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Massinfluence,
Average White Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Quando Quango,
Thee Headcoats,
Trumans Water,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scrapy,
Oblivians,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ten City,
Gichy Dan,
Michelle Simonal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Black Dice,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delta 5,
Pere Ubu,
The Evens,
Rod Modell,
Derrick Morgan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Durutti Column,
Quantec,
Second Layer,
The Fugs,
Tears for Fears,
Scientists,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick May,
Fluxion,
Eddi Front,
The Cure,
Intrusion,
Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lakeside,
Babytalk,
Grauzone,
The Dead C,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Near,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arab on Radar,
Camouflage,
Vainqueur,
The Mojo Men,
Roger Hodgson,
Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pretty Things,
The Dave Clark Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alphaville,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.