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 Costa Rica and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 David Bowie 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 Suicide to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Nas,
Underground Resistance,
In Retrospect,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masters at Work,
The Pretty Things,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scratch Acid,
Gastr Del Sol,
Little Man,
The Alarm Clocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ossler,
Main Source,
Talk Talk,
The Walker Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moody Blues,
Arcadia,
Audionom,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camouflage,
Flipper,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül,
Half Japanese,
Pole,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Second Layer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Leaves,
Los Fastidios,
Rufus Thomas,
The Busters,
Boz Scaggs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Almond,
Deepchord,
Malaria!,
The Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Clear Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moss Icon,
Jacob Miller,
K-Klass,
Fat Boys,
Fatback Band,
The J.B.'s,
Scientists,
Traffic Nightmare,
Average White Band,
Massinfluence,
L. Decosne,
MC5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.