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 Burkina and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Spoonie Gee to the punk 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Slits,
Cymande,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bauhaus,
Ultravox,
The Mummies,
Easy Going,
The Toasters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scan 7,
Steve Hackett,
Oblivians,
Pantaleimon,
The Cure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Basic Channel,
The American Breed,
The Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Jacob Miller,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hardrive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delta 5,
Freddie Wadling,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABC,
Organ,
Moebius,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Techniques,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ice-T,
Idris Muhammad,
Little Man,
Los Fastidios,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ossler,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker,
Chris Corsano,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Teasers,
Icehouse,
Dead Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Deakin,
Yazoo,
Make Up,
A Certain Ratio,
Trumans Water,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.