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 Morocco and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Scion to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Charles Mingus,
Grey Daturas,
Kaleidoscope,
Wally Richardson,
Minny Pops,
H. Thieme,
China Crisis,
X-101,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deakin,
Sparks,
Dennis Brown,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Byron Stingily,
Dave Gahan,
Lindisfarne,
Ponytail,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Görl,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scan 7,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris Corsano,
The Slits,
The Dead C,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
Pierre Henry,
Urselle,
Joyce Sims,
The Smoke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dirtbombs,
Cluster,
Ossler,
Ten City,
The Techniques,
The Selecter,
Index,
The Zeros,
The Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marine Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Groovy Waters,
Tears for Fears,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arab on Radar,
Scientists,
The Grass Roots,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.