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 Vanuatu and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Cecil Taylor,
The Happenings,
T.S.O.L.,
Eli Mardock,
Sun City Girls,
One Last Wish,
Marine Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Loose Ends,
Ornette Coleman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shoche,
Jawbox,
The Knickerbockers,
Youth Brigade,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
The Invisible,
Jacob Miller,
Rapeman,
Sarah Menescal,
Liliput,
Kerri Chandler,
Delta 5,
Lalann,
Charles Mingus,
Cybotron,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Judy Mowatt,
Moss Icon,
ABBA,
Pagans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantaleimon,
JFA,
Rites of Spring,
The Five Americans,
Leonard Cohen,
Fatback Band,
Sandy B,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tubeway Army,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Subhumans,
Main Source,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blossom Toes,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arab on Radar,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.