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 Algeria and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Fluxion 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Charles Mingus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Trumans Water,
Harmonia,
The Count Five,
Mad Mike,
The Last Poets,
Audionom,
Steve Hackett,
Aaron Thompson,
Minny Pops,
Scratch Acid,
Metal Thangz,
Josef K,
Barry Ungar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
Blake Baxter,
Rapeman,
Reuben Wilson,
Al Stewart,
Slave,
Thompson Twins,
The Moleskins,
Wolf Eyes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Icehouse,
Panda Bear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Starr,
Pere Ubu,
Cameo,
The Evens,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Golliwogs,
Technova,
Soul II Soul,
Los Fastidios,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mummies,
Agent Orange,
Sam Rivers,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxette,
The Red Krayola,
Bang On A Can,
Underground Resistance,
Livin' Joy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Saints,
Amazonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
K-Klass,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cramps,
Ultravox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.