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 Cameroon and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Depeche Mode 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gichy Dan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heaven 17,
Patti Smith,
Lou Christie,
The Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick Morgan,
T.S.O.L.,
Surgeon,
Radiohead,
Terry Callier,
Jandek,
Aswad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
Ornette Coleman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
K-Klass,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Misunderstood,
Scion,
Gong,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Flag,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lightning Bolt,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül II,
Accadde A,
Gang Green,
Eric Copeland,
Morten Harket,
The Invisible,
Y Pants,
Maurizio,
Agent Orange,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Hood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantytec,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.