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 Burundi and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Au Pairs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Ludus,
The Busters,
Yellowson,
Anthony Braxton,
Althea and Donna,
Faraquet,
Section 25,
Unwound,
Aswad,
Q and Not U,
Tommy Roe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aaron Thompson,
Bauhaus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Move,
Bobby Sherman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nirvana,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Soulsonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deadbeat,
Lyres,
Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
Main Source,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yaz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scion,
Neu!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gerry Rafferty,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Cheater Slicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Sam Rivers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Skatalites,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dirtbombs,
The Associates,
Severed Heads,
Cybotron,
The Black Dice,
Wally Richardson,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.