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 Bangladesh and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Robert Palmer 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 electroclash 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Fuzztones,
Darondo,
Au Pairs,
Scientists,
Pierre Henry,
UT,
Erasure,
Lyres,
Reagan Youth,
Skarface,
Byron Stingily,
Magazine,
Silicon Teens,
Wally Richardson,
The Blackbyrds,
Brick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heaven 17,
The Fugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Camberwell Now,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camouflage,
Patti Smith,
The Motions,
Pussy Galore,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bluetip,
Freddie Wadling,
AZ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pop Group,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Sherman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Circle Jerks,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kaleidoscope,
Duran Duran,
The Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Radio Birdman,
Quando Quango,
EPMD,
Stiv Bators,
Bad Manners,
Colin Newman,
Leonard Cohen,
The Birthday Party,
Isaac Hayes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sällskapet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Cale,
Khruangbin,
The United States of America,
Terrestrial Tones,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.