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 El Salvador and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Music Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet 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?
The Cramps,
The Leaves,
Aaron Thompson,
Ornette Coleman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Steve Hackett,
Bluetip,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Accadde A,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Remains,
The Human League,
Joy Division,
Grauzone,
The Sound,
Black Sheep,
AZ,
Sight & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funkadelic,
Joe Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Y Pants,
Joey Negro,
The Victims,
Fad Gadget,
Eurythmics,
Quadrant,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monks,
The Index,
Franke,
Brand Nubian,
The Slackers,
ABC,
Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Deepchord,
Gong,
The Durutti Column,
Tears for Fears,
Isaac Hayes,
Ten City,
Sonic Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Nik Kershaw,
The Neon Judgement,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Copeland,
Niagra,
Yazoo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dual Sessions,
OOIOO,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.