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 Kiribati and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Eden Ahbez,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pop Group,
Agent Orange,
Funkadelic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dave Gahan,
The Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Godley & Creme,
The United States of America,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultra Naté,
Magazine,
Youth Brigade,
Kenny Larkin,
The Trojans,
Jerry's Kids,
Second Layer,
Magma,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
AZ,
Silicon Teens,
the Germs,
Vladislav Delay,
The Divine Comedy,
Joyce Sims,
June of 44,
Chris Corsano,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smiths,
The American Breed,
Urselle,
KRS-One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül,
Sight & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Aural Exciters,
Subhumans,
Symarip,
Prince Buster,
Eric Dolphy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Teasers,
The Searchers,
Brothers Johnson,
Skarface,
Joe Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kayak,
Fela Kuti,
The Fugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Green,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.