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 Togo and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grunge 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
D'Angelo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Japan,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Supertramp,
The Barracudas,
The Neon Judgement,
The Motions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vainqueur,
Bronski Beat,
Kerri Chandler,
Iggy Pop,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
The Seeds,
The Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Sex Pistols,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quantec,
UT,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wally Richardson,
Deakin,
Public Enemy,
Soft Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
The United States of America,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skarface,
The Offenders,
Babytalk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sandy B,
Skaos,
Half Japanese,
The Toasters,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Skatalites,
Mad Mike,
The Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Kayak,
Dawn Penn,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.