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 Nicaragua and from Bologna.
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 Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Barbara Tucker to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anthony Braxton,
Sam Rivers,
Panda Bear,
The Motions,
Oblivians,
Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Barbara Tucker,
Faust,
Dead Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Minny Pops,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sister Nancy,
The Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Von Mondo,
Derrick Morgan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Altered Images,
F. McDonald,
Minutemen,
T.S.O.L.,
Procol Harum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Technova,
Negative Approach,
Jacques Brel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Los Fastidios,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drexciya,
Robert Hood,
The Searchers,
Dave Gahan,
The Birthday Party,
Spandau Ballet,
The Count Five,
Moss Icon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wire,
Terry Callier,
Radiohead,
Alphaville,
Section 25,
Absolute Body Control,
Joey Negro,
Theoretical Girls,
Subhumans,
Roger Hodgson,
Wings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Goldenarms,
Davy DMX,
Ultra Naté,
The Music Machine,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.