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 Oman and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Mark Hollis to the rock 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Sneak,
Suburban Knight,
The Angels of Light,
the Swans,
the Human League,
Joe Finger,
The Gap Band,
Qualms,
Joy Division,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flash Fearless,
H. Thieme,
Radio Birdman,
The American Breed,
Nico,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ten City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
Lindisfarne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agitation Free,
Glenn Branca,
Josef K,
Sonny Sharrock,
One Last Wish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-101,
Juan Atkins,
Thompson Twins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Symarip,
The Associates,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Dolphy,
Organ,
L. Decosne,
Stereo Dub,
Peter & Gordon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Connie Case,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Infiniti,
Whodini,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June of 44,
The Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tubeway Army,
The Fugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Halsall,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Leonard Cohen,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.