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 Eritrea and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the crunk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deadbeat,
Alton Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Raincoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Carl Craig,
DJ Style,
Charles Mingus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lungfish,
John Lydon,
The Gories,
Pere Ubu,
Jawbox,
Barry Ungar,
The Flesh Eaters,
Porter Ricks,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skriet,
Oneida,
Cheater Slicks,
The Skatalites,
Tommy Roe,
Erykah Badu,
Ohio Players,
Boz Scaggs,
Blake Baxter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wally Richardson,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Rundgren,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spandau Ballet,
Alison Limerick,
John Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glenn Branca,
The Monochrome Set,
Q and Not U,
Tubeway Army,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
The Count Five,
Organ,
Interpol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick May,
The Dirtbombs,
Pussy Galore,
Connie Case,
X-Ray Spex,
Sex Pistols,
Tom Boy,
Wolf Eyes,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.