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 Liechtenstein and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Smog,
Minny Pops,
MC5,
Peter & Gordon,
Second Layer,
The Moleskins,
The Pretty Things,
Glambeats Corp.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Age Steppers,
48th St. Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
Prince Buster,
Chrome,
Pussy Galore,
Siglo XX,
Joe Finger,
Model 500,
Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
Pole,
Ultra Naté,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fatback Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
One Last Wish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
LL Cool J,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Sällskapet,
Panda Bear,
Lungfish,
A Certain Ratio,
Heaven 17,
Slick Rick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Swans,
Basic Channel,
Ituana,
Aswad,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Clarke,
Ornette Coleman,
cv313,
X-Ray Spex,
Sandy B,
Hot Snakes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Outsiders,
ABC,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed,
Infiniti,
Delta 5,
Khruangbin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Livin' Joy,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.