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 Cyprus and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Saccharine Trust,
Urselle,
Jeff Mills,
Slick Rick,
Tubeway Army,
Visage,
Anakelly,
Minor Threat,
Josef K,
Flipper,
The Modern Lovers,
Yazoo,
The Searchers,
Fad Gadget,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eve St. Jones,
the Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Gang Green,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deepchord,
Pierre Henry,
Al Stewart,
Godley & Creme,
Supertramp,
Robert Wyatt,
Livin' Joy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Technova,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Barracudas,
Das Ding,
Delta 5,
Essential Logic,
Popol Vuh,
Crash Course in Science,
Altered Images,
Quando Quango,
June of 44,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brand Nubian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mars,
Scientists,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
48th St. Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Smog,
B.T. Express,
Half Japanese,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Busters,
Swell Maps,
The Associates,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.