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 Djibouti and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the techno 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Rites of Spring,
Black Bananas,
Prince Buster,
Yazoo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick May,
Joey Negro,
Amazonics,
Buzzcocks,
Brand Nubian,
Heaven 17,
Harry Pussy,
The Smiths,
the Germs,
Warren Ellis,
June of 44,
Howard Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Sandy B,
Janne Schatter,
Organ,
The Litter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Junior Murvin,
Graham Central Station,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxy Music,
Grey Daturas,
Ituana,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Mills,
Moebius,
Little Man,
Fad Gadget,
Hardrive,
Model 500,
the Sonics,
Rekid,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythm & Sound,
China Crisis,
Lalann,
Bizarre Inc.,
Half Japanese,
The Invisible,
A Certain Ratio,
The Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gregory Isaacs,
Icehouse,
Agent Orange,
Slick Rick,
Anakelly,
The Fuzztones,
New York Dolls,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Busters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.