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 Peru and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Brick to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erykah Badu,
The Cramps,
Panda Bear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slick Rick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Barracudas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monochrome Set,
Anakelly,
Half Japanese,
Eddi Front,
Metal Thangz,
ABC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Funkadelic,
R.M.O.,
Bill Wells,
E-Dancer,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacob Miller,
The Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echospace,
Rekid,
These Immortal Souls,
Buzzcocks,
The Saints,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yaz,
Minutemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minor Threat,
Hardrive,
Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Eli Mardock,
Moby Grape,
Smog,
The Beau Brummels,
John Lydon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David McCallum,
Suicide,
Neil Young,
Con Funk Shun,
Nik Kershaw,
Delta 5,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.