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 Solomon Islands and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scratch Acid to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Soulsonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
H. Thieme,
Charles Mingus,
Echospace,
Interpol,
Newcleus,
Janne Schatter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Au Pairs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Animal Collective,
Ponytail,
Tres Demented,
Pierre Henry,
Severed Heads,
The Real Kids,
the Germs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spoonie Gee,
the Sonics,
Marmalade,
Jeff Mills,
Barbara Tucker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiohead,
Essential Logic,
Smog,
Joyce Sims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television Personalities,
Negative Approach,
Gichy Dan,
The Star Department,
The Associates,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Starr,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spandau Ballet,
Model 500,
Eve St. Jones,
Nils Olav,
the Human League,
Khruangbin,
Schoolly D,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thompson Twins,
Trumans Water,
Absolute Body Control,
The Martian,
The Victims,
Lou Christie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Freddie Wadling,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fugazi,
Young Marble Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dennis Brown,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.