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 Swaziland and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the electroclash 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
John Coltrane,
the Swans,
Trumans Water,
Pole,
Carl Craig,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantytec,
Janne Schatter,
Lungfish,
Fatback Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Litter,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warsaw,
Sixth Finger,
John Lydon,
Joy Division,
Wings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ludus,
K-Klass,
Pulsallama,
Little Man,
Average White Band,
Wally Richardson,
OOIOO,
the Germs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pussy Galore,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Osbourne,
JFA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Walker Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Michelle Simonal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magazine,
Quando Quango,
Bad Manners,
DNA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joyce Sims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joensuu 1685,
Soulsonic Force,
Ice-T,
Swell Maps,
Model 500,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.