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 Netherlands and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ken Boothe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Swell Maps,
The Zeros,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Basic Channel,
Symarip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Audionom,
The Remains,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gories,
Can,
One Last Wish,
Joy Division,
Spoonie Gee,
Rapeman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tom Boy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Teasers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scrapy,
The Gun Club,
Mantronix,
David McCallum,
Blake Baxter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cymande,
The Birthday Party,
World's Most,
The Move,
Janne Schatter,
Cybotron,
Brand Nubian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tommy Roe,
Eddi Front,
Glenn Branca,
Skarface,
Bob Dylan,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slackers,
Pere Ubu,
the Association,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronnie Foster,
L. Decosne,
Eden Ahbez,
Sällskapet,
Michelle Simonal,
Buzzcocks,
Negative Approach,
The Buckinghams,
Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Easy Going,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.