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 Niger and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Moebius to the grunge 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Ronan,
John Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
Babytalk,
Newcleus,
Joey Negro,
Anthony Braxton,
Cluster,
Bob Dylan,
Sandy B,
Easy Going,
the Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Normal,
Lungfish,
Surgeon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tres Demented,
Motorama,
Aloha Tigers,
The Modern Lovers,
Slave,
Rhythm & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Flipper,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tim Buckley,
The Grass Roots,
Basic Channel,
The Gories,
Chrome,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiohead,
Thompson Twins,
The Slackers,
Index,
Symarip,
Depeche Mode,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
H. Thieme,
Deadbeat,
Mission of Burma,
Hasil Adkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Buzzcocks,
Desert Stars,
Alphaville,
T.S.O.L.,
Laurel Aitken,
In Retrospect,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.