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 Philippines and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ 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 Jeff Lynne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Soul Sonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
Suicide,
The Residents,
Minny Pops,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Flesh Eaters,
Judy Mowatt,
Camouflage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grauzone,
The Litter,
Fela Kuti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delta 5,
Massinfluence,
The Skatalites,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Copeland,
ABC,
Mark Hollis,
Animal Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Banda Bassotti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harmonia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fuzztones,
Ultravox,
Slave,
World's Most,
Don Cherry,
Lyres,
Soft Cell,
the Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arab on Radar,
Heaven 17,
T.S.O.L.,
Negative Approach,
Colin Newman,
Brass Construction,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker,
E-Dancer,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-Ray Spex,
The New Christs,
This Heat,
Tres Demented,
The Motions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.