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 Sierra Leone and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stiv Bators to the jazz 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Copeland,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Style,
Sound Behaviour,
Wire,
Aaron Thompson,
Fela Kuti,
Trumans Water,
Idris Muhammad,
Kenny Larkin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABC,
Eddi Front,
Tres Demented,
The New Christs,
Black Flag,
Soul II Soul,
Roxy Music,
Scrapy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
cv313,
The Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Alton Ellis,
The Wake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reagan Youth,
The Dead C,
Hoover,
The Velvet Underground,
Second Layer,
Masters at Work,
Oblivians,
K-Klass,
Michelle Simonal,
Depeche Mode,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dirtbombs,
Animal Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monks,
Das Ding,
China Crisis,
Fear,
Ituana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roger Hodgson,
MC5,
Ossler,
Carl Craig,
The Evens,
The Divine Comedy,
Pagans,
Robert Görl,
the Germs,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.