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 Solomon Islands 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Maurizio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Associates,
Easy Going,
Rod Modell,
Derrick May,
the Germs,
Letta Mbulu,
Das Ding,
Severed Heads,
Sällskapet,
Mr. Review,
T.S.O.L.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barclay James Harvest,
Intrusion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Charles Mingus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neu!,
Joy Division,
Prince Buster,
Deadbeat,
Make Up,
The Vogues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mummies,
John Lydon,
Vladislav Delay,
Gerry Rafferty,
Au Pairs,
The Tremeloes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang of Four,
Moebius,
The Fugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Pussy Galore,
The United States of America,
Subhumans,
The Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
The Misunderstood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Almond,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Barracudas,
Brothers Johnson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxette,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronnie Foster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bauhaus,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Young Marble Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.