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 Germany and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Angels of Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Almond,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Star Department,
Mark Hollis,
the Swans,
Pulsallama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter and Kerry,
Mars,
Sonic Youth,
Public Enemy,
These Immortal Souls,
Bauhaus,
Silicon Teens,
Banda Bassotti,
Audionom,
Soul II Soul,
Scan 7,
Ken Boothe,
Albert Ayler,
X-101,
The New Christs,
Suicide,
Spoonie Gee,
The Motions,
Subhumans,
Bill Wells,
The Litter,
Amon Düül,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Urselle,
Negative Approach,
The Pretty Things,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cybotron,
Donny Hathaway,
K-Klass,
JFA,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxy Music,
Au Pairs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris & Cosey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Smooth,
Quadrant,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.