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 Zimbabwe and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Metal Thangz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rapeman,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bauhaus,
Fad Gadget,
Main Source,
Marc Almond,
Erasure,
Simply Red,
Crash Course in Science,
The Beau Brummels,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suicide,
Byron Stingily,
Kayak,
Gong,
Saccharine Trust,
Heaven 17,
Gregory Isaacs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Schoolly D,
The Five Americans,
Banda Bassotti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
U.S. Maple,
Babytalk,
Silicon Teens,
The Busters,
Crime,
The Happenings,
Piero Umiliani,
Rotary Connection,
Bang On A Can,
Pere Ubu,
Soulsonic Force,
Fluxion,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül II,
Ituana,
Swell Maps,
Cecil Taylor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Curtis Mayfield,
Procol Harum,
Motorama,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Patti Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Sister Nancy,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.