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 Albania and from London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Icehouse to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang of Four,
Mantronix,
Symarip,
Skriet,
Gong,
The Slits,
Skarface,
The Moleskins,
Colin Newman,
The Gories,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vainqueur,
The Fuzztones,
Lalann,
Harry Pussy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grauzone,
T.S.O.L.,
Danielle Patucci,
The Index,
AZ,
The Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash,
Porter Ricks,
ABC,
Los Fastidios,
The Selecter,
Spoonie Gee,
Lindisfarne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crooked Eye,
Chris & Cosey,
Make Up,
Joensuu 1685,
Leonard Cohen,
Slave,
Roy Ayers,
Main Source,
Au Pairs,
F. McDonald,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cowsills,
Mad Mike,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Black Dice,
June of 44,
Mo-Dettes,
Charles Mingus,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Copeland,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agent Orange,
Wasted Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.