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 Moldova and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Minutemen,
Mark Hollis,
Aaron Thompson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Audionom,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Lydon,
Janne Schatter,
The Saints,
Skaos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Teasers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Groovy Waters,
Rapeman,
Accadde A,
Cecil Taylor,
the Normal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Negative Approach,
John Cale,
Franke,
Steve Hackett,
Icehouse,
The Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
The Residents,
Nik Kershaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Offenders,
Sister Nancy,
Jandek,
Robert Görl,
The Blackbyrds,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick May,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television Personalities,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Morten Harket,
Qualms,
The Wake,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dark Day,
Pere Ubu,
Ronan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boredoms,
Blancmange,
Scratch Acid,
The Moleskins,
Deadbeat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Khruangbin,
The Pop Group,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.