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 Laos and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Fatback Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Easy Going,
Soft Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
The Barracudas,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Certain Ratio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brick,
Minny Pops,
The Fortunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Japan,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
China Crisis,
Dead Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Loose Ends,
Dave Gahan,
Prince Buster,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scrapy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Terry,
Goldenarms,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Wells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
In Retrospect,
Royal Trux,
Maleditus Sound,
Gong,
Panda Bear,
Roxy Music,
The Trojans,
Connie Case,
Roxette,
Qualms,
Tres Demented,
Rod Modell,
JFA,
Audionom,
Suicide,
T.S.O.L.,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Hood,
Dual Sessions,
Lakeside,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Hill,
Ken Boothe,
The Last Poets,
Godley & Creme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.