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 Mauritius and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Technova,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Japan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tubeway Army,
the Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gun Club,
Minutemen,
Fad Gadget,
The Black Dice,
Sight & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
The Techniques,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dead Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Swell Maps,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy Collins,
Arab on Radar,
John Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cybotron,
Cymande,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Animal Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Infiniti,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The American Breed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cal Tjader,
UT,
Gong,
Oblivians,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Youth Brigade,
The Moody Blues,
Pantaleimon,
The Saints,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Anakelly,
The Move,
Essential Logic,
Marine Girls,
Magazine,
Fatback Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Little Man,
Kayak,
Idris Muhammad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cluster,
Shuggie Otis,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.