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 Egypt and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the rock 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Scientists,
Lindisfarne,
Oneida,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Second Layer,
The Saints,
Au Pairs,
The Monks,
Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Robert Görl,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hot Snakes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Bananas,
The Fire Engines,
Visage,
A Certain Ratio,
Half Japanese,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pylon,
Motorama,
H. Thieme,
kango's stein massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Rundgren,
The Zeros,
One Last Wish,
The Slits,
The Happenings,
Nik Kershaw,
The Human League,
Whodini,
Audionom,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hoover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Colin Newman,
Rotary Connection,
Roxette,
Mandrill,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Bourne,
Youth Brigade,
Babytalk,
Mad Mike,
Pagans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Accadde A,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.