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 Malaysia and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 John Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
The Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Style,
Lyres,
Intrusion,
The United States of America,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dead Boys,
Khruangbin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Al Stewart,
the Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
One Last Wish,
The Five Americans,
Charles Mingus,
Aloha Tigers,
Essential Logic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
China Crisis,
Rakim,
Terry Callier,
The Dead C,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mars,
Yellowson,
Sister Nancy,
Little Man,
the Swans,
Suburban Knight,
Fugazi,
Black Sheep,
Rod Modell,
Youth Brigade,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxette,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Accadde A,
The Cure,
Jandek,
Gang of Four,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television,
The Wake,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skarface,
Fela Kuti,
Shuggie Otis,
Funky Four + One,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.