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 Micronesia and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Arcadia to the disco 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Invisible,
The Remains,
JFA,
Circle Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Sight & Sound,
John Cale,
The Standells,
Scrapy,
Can,
Andrew Hill,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chrome,
Index,
ABBA,
Organ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxette,
Lee Hazlewood,
B.T. Express,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ornette Coleman,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Human League,
The Moody Blues,
Malaria!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vladislav Delay,
The Misunderstood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fear,
The Human League,
Dave Gahan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Archie Shepp,
Simply Red,
Hasil Adkins,
The Selecter,
Bad Manners,
Suicide,
Jacob Miller,
Cluster,
Oblivians,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Teasers,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Zero Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Dark Day,
Buzzcocks,
Animal Collective,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.