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 Uzbekistan and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Bad Manners to the rock 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Popol Vuh,
The Pretty Things,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobbi Humphrey,
48th St. Collective,
Al Stewart,
Minny Pops,
The Real Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Technova,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Barracudas,
Warren Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Public Enemy,
Section 25,
Grey Daturas,
Intrusion,
Niagra,
Quantec,
Agent Orange,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Saints,
The Skatalites,
The Smoke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Inner City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Mills,
Angry Samoans,
Procol Harum,
Maurizio,
Hoover,
Crispy Ambulance,
Depeche Mode,
the Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker,
CMW,
Ludus,
The Gap Band,
Steve Hackett,
Bauhaus,
The Cure,
Bluetip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eddi Front,
The New Christs,
Bronski Beat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eve St. Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
Kurtis Blow,
Joey Negro,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.