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 Equatorial Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
K-Klass,
Livin' Joy,
The Names,
Gang Green,
Khruangbin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
F. McDonald,
This Heat,
X-Ray Spex,
Mantronix,
Intrusion,
Talk Talk,
Warsaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Main Source,
Negative Approach,
Banda Bassotti,
Fluxion,
The Slackers,
The Music Machine,
Crime,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oneida,
E-Dancer,
the Swans,
Q and Not U,
Pet Shop Boys,
Max Romeo,
Wasted Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Audionom,
Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Glenn Branca,
New Order,
Can,
Half Japanese,
Robert Görl,
Suicide,
Nick Fraelich,
The Five Americans,
Gregory Isaacs,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fugs,
Excepter,
Chris Corsano,
Dual Sessions,
Arab on Radar,
Little Man,
Nico,
Wire,
David Axelrod,
Al Stewart,
The Leaves,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
Mission of Burma,
Magazine,
The Dead C,
Model 500,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.