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 Algeria and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 La Düsseldorf to the electroclash 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Thompson Twins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Names,
Brothers Johnson,
The Selecter,
The Pretty Things,
Harry Pussy,
OOIOO,
Simply Red,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Howard Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magma,
Scrapy,
Audionom,
Glenn Branca,
Ten City,
The Fall,
Sun City Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Wells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pussy Galore,
The Misunderstood,
Dual Sessions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Don Cherry,
Tears for Fears,
Second Layer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
kango's stein massive,
Whodini,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grauzone,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alton Ellis,
Flipper,
Jandek,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cowsills,
ABBA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Subhumans,
Mad Mike,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fuzztones,
Gichy Dan,
Moss Icon,
Ice-T,
Can,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.