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 Lebanon and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The Kinks,
Loose Ends,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Half Japanese,
Pantytec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donald Byrd,
Dead Boys,
the Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Terry,
The Trojans,
The Raincoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smiths,
Kayak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Offenders,
Marine Girls,
The Gap Band,
Ludus,
Kas Product,
The Last Poets,
Henry Cow,
Easy Going,
The Index,
Au Pairs,
Zero Boys,
The Victims,
The Divine Comedy,
Bluetip,
Flash Fearless,
Reuben Wilson,
The Techniques,
Glenn Branca,
X-101,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
The Birthday Party,
EPMD,
Inner City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Blake Baxter,
ABC,
Chris Corsano,
Hardrive,
the Bar-Kays,
Isaac Hayes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABBA,
Dark Day,
The Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy Collins,
Mad Mike,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.