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 Gabon and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 June of 44 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dead Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alphaville,
Little Man,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mojo Men,
Lightning Bolt,
Freddie Wadling,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tubeway Army,
Grauzone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Starr,
Mantronix,
Underground Resistance,
Bauhaus,
Dark Day,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Smooth,
Neu!,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blues Magoos,
Godley & Creme,
Livin' Joy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jandek,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Dolphy,
Dennis Brown,
Q and Not U,
Bush Tetras,
The Modern Lovers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scratch Acid,
Severed Heads,
the Swans,
Minor Threat,
Agent Orange,
Schoolly D,
The Standells,
Cameo,
David Axelrod,
The Moleskins,
the Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter and Kerry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Silicon Teens,
Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boredoms,
Tears for Fears,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ituana,
Mr. Review,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.