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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Barrington Levy to the dance 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Deepchord,
Bang On A Can,
Ten City,
Throbbing Gristle,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smiths,
Arcadia,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Organ,
The Fugs,
Davy DMX,
Niagra,
New Order,
Simply Red,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rod Modell,
Moby Grape,
Marshall Jefferson,
Clear Light,
Young Marble Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Icehouse,
Rosa Yemen,
The Toasters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Lynne,
Al Stewart,
Grey Daturas,
Trumans Water,
Rites of Spring,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liliput,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Circle Jerks,
CMW,
Marmalade,
Suicide,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The J.B.'s,
Ituana,
Hashim,
Guru Guru,
Yellowson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fat Boys,
Rekid,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Basic Channel,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.