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 Sri Lanka and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Holger Czukay 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 Faraquet to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Marvin Gaye,
The Move,
Barrington Levy,
Depeche Mode,
Colin Newman,
Oblivians,
Chris Corsano,
Von Mondo,
Josef K,
Hoover,
Absolute Body Control,
Stereo Dub,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultra Naté,
Tim Buckley,
Darondo,
Skarface,
MDC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Buzzcocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Graham Central Station,
Essential Logic,
Delta 5,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Yazoo,
The Fortunes,
Fugazi,
Index,
The Gladiators,
Bill Wells,
Ronan,
Brass Construction,
Dead Boys,
The Star Department,
The Busters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wasted Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Smooth,
Quantec,
Thompson Twins,
Nirvana,
Echospace,
The Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Metal Thangz,
The J.B.'s,
T. Rex,
The Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Womack,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.