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 Brunei and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the techno 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Faust,
Dead Boys,
Grauzone,
The Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television,
David Axelrod,
Morten Harket,
Icehouse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MDC,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Standells,
Wally Richardson,
Bob Dylan,
Gichy Dan,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Knickerbockers,
Wasted Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
L. Decosne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Newcleus,
Babytalk,
Lightning Bolt,
Agitation Free,
Intrusion,
Spandau Ballet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rotary Connection,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nirvana,
The Doobie Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mandrill,
Wings,
Deadbeat,
Joyce Sims,
Groovy Waters,
Slick Rick,
Black Moon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erykah Badu,
Alison Limerick,
Ponytail,
FM Einheit,
John Foxx,
The Dirtbombs,
Banda Bassotti,
Swans,
Scion,
The Buckinghams,
Chrome,
Johnny Clarke,
Donny Hathaway,
Davy DMX,
Anthony Braxton,
Warsaw,
Simply Red,
Roxy Music,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.