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 United States and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Quantec to the electroclash 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Alison Limerick,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Certain Ratio,
Das Ding,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Association,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Almond,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
John Foxx,
The Monks,
The Gun Club,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul II Soul,
John Lydon,
Cecil Taylor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
K-Klass,
Accadde A,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arcadia,
DNA,
Ituana,
Rufus Thomas,
Scan 7,
Albert Ayler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Niagra,
The American Breed,
Pierre Henry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Saccharine Trust,
Jandek,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yaz,
Kerri Chandler,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Little Man,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magma,
China Crisis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maurizio,
The Associates,
CMW,
Nirvana,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.