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 Luxembourg and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The American Breed to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Angry Samoans,
Althea and Donna,
Yaz,
John Foxx,
AZ,
The Raincoats,
Slave,
Audionom,
Jeff Lynne,
The Angels of Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amazonics,
Nick Fraelich,
DNA,
10cc,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faraquet,
Trumans Water,
U.S. Maple,
The Names,
Derrick May,
DJ Sneak,
Pagans,
Little Man,
Stiv Bators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sonics,
Man Parrish,
The Vogues,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxy Music,
Agitation Free,
The Moleskins,
Kurtis Blow,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Newcleus,
Cameo,
Popol Vuh,
Groovy Waters,
Second Layer,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül II,
The Flesh Eaters,
LL Cool J,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nirvana,
Simply Red,
The Motions,
Maleditus Sound,
Kayak,
The Electric Prunes,
Tom Boy,
Warsaw,
Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Idris Muhammad,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.