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 Mongolia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Matthew Halsall to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Section 25,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Model 500,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moleskins,
the Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ten City,
Swans,
Audionom,
Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
Darondo,
Jeff Mills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Max Romeo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Magazine,
Cymande,
Pantytec,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Finger,
Franke,
Pylon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ice-T,
Idris Muhammad,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Sneak,
Kas Product,
Oneida,
Eric Dolphy,
the Sonics,
This Heat,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
B.T. Express,
PIL,
Loose Ends,
ABC,
Peter and Kerry,
Massinfluence,
Lungfish,
Bluetip,
Pere Ubu,
The Gun Club,
Altered Images,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonic Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Swans,
Mandrill,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.