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 London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 Drive Like Jehu to the jazz 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Icehouse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed,
Derrick May,
Mantronix,
Letta Mbulu,
Bluetip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
EPMD,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Interpol,
Desert Stars,
Tom Boy,
Subhumans,
Robert Hood,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scion,
Animal Collective,
Goldenarms,
The Dead C,
Ken Boothe,
Vladislav Delay,
Wally Richardson,
Inner City,
Average White Band,
Clear Light,
Shoche,
T.S.O.L.,
Zapp,
Q and Not U,
Fugazi,
Jandek,
Fad Gadget,
Soulsonic Force,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Motorama,
Arab on Radar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker,
Crime,
The Gories,
Donald Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
Slave,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
This Heat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wasted Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cluster,
The Divine Comedy,
Suicide,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.