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 Turkmenistan and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Intrusion to the dance 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Letta Mbulu,
F. McDonald,
Monolake,
David Bowie,
Goldenarms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joyce Sims,
Black Flag,
Japan,
Don Cherry,
Vladislav Delay,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Invisible,
Nirvana,
D'Angelo,
The Monochrome Set,
Tom Boy,
DNA,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mummies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dark Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rod Modell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Au Pairs,
Supertramp,
Severed Heads,
the Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Clarke,
Delta 5,
Suicide,
Metal Thangz,
The Dead C,
OOIOO,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Starr,
Pierre Henry,
Lungfish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Machine,
Schoolly D,
Eurythmics,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Archie Shepp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smiths,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Teasers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yaz,
Matthew Bourne,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.