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 Nigeria and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
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 güiro 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 Tom Boy to the rock 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
DJ Sneak,
Sparks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Desert Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tubeway Army,
Camberwell Now,
The Real Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
kango's stein massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fluxion,
Sister Nancy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Laurel Aitken,
Monks,
Joey Negro,
Piero Umiliani,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers,
Glenn Branca,
Camouflage,
FM Einheit,
X-Ray Spex,
Ornette Coleman,
Section 25,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moss Icon,
Unwound,
Blossom Toes,
AZ,
Ponytail,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suburban Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy Collins,
Dual Sessions,
Kas Product,
Franke,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Axelrod,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cameo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Henry Cow,
Average White Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Joensuu 1685,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cybotron,
Jandek,
The Associates,
Motorama,
Pagans,
Television Personalities,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dead Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Rapeman,
X-101,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.