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 Kosovo 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Rakim to the rap 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joyce Sims,
The Trojans,
Delon & Dalcan,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Groovy Waters,
Whodini,
Anthony Braxton,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare,
Rapeman,
Graham Central Station,
B.T. Express,
Marcia Griffiths,
48th St. Collective,
Trumans Water,
Black Pus,
The Pretty Things,
L. Decosne,
Jacob Miller,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Sherman,
Minnie Riperton,
Pagans,
Rites of Spring,
Quadrant,
Ralphi Rosario,
Howard Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skarface,
Wire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
F. McDonald,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blues Magoos,
Nas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Essential Logic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Laurel Aitken,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Index,
Eric Dolphy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ice-T,
The Velvet Underground,
Flash Fearless,
Underground Resistance,
Gabor Szabo,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.