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 Marshall Islands and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Dual Sessions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nils Olav,
Charles Mingus,
Mars,
Ponytail,
Make Up,
Graham Central Station,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flash Fearless,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Brass Construction,
Brothers Johnson,
Connie Case,
DJ Sneak,
Hashim,
R.M.O.,
ABBA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Order,
Barrington Levy,
Audionom,
Q65,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monks,
Agitation Free,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magazine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Parry Music,
Lou Christie,
Hoover,
MC5,
Roxy Music,
Urselle,
June of 44,
The Divine Comedy,
Procol Harum,
B.T. Express,
the Normal,
DNA,
Metal Thangz,
Moby Grape,
The Invisible,
Dead Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Archie Shepp,
The New Christs,
Unwound,
Fat Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantytec,
Aswad,
Sun Ra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.