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 Congo 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minny Pops to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Index,
Parry Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker,
Underground Resistance,
Terry Callier,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wasted Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Negative Approach,
The Victims,
Sonic Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minor Threat,
Freddie Wadling,
Whodini,
Stetsasonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pere Ubu,
The Tremeloes,
Cecil Taylor,
The United States of America,
The Knickerbockers,
Grey Daturas,
Half Japanese,
The Associates,
Vainqueur,
Kayak,
Lakeside,
Excepter,
Lyres,
Spandau Ballet,
The Last Poets,
Tubeway Army,
Sixth Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fugazi,
Ponytail,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Urselle,
Eddi Front,
Byron Stingily,
Simply Red,
Colin Newman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Organ,
The Smoke,
Pierre Henry,
The J.B.'s,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul II Soul,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delta 5,
K-Klass,
The Slackers,
Man Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronan,
Bauhaus,
Agitation Free,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.