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 Macedonia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 The Sound to the dance 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
the Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Lydon,
Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Scientists,
X-101,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Freddie Wadling,
Suburban Knight,
Metal Thangz,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultravox,
Mr. Review,
Mantronix,
Howard Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacob Miller,
Index,
Rakim,
KRS-One,
The Human League,
Ultra Naté,
Laurel Aitken,
Aloha Tigers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Japan,
Darondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
One Last Wish,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Urselle,
Liliput,
Mission of Burma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Carl Craig,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Wyatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Martian,
Sonic Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reagan Youth,
Nirvana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moss Icon,
The Zeros,
Hoover,
Henry Cow,
A Certain Ratio,
Funky Four + One,
Average White Band,
Neu!,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Mills,
Underground Resistance,
Terry Callier,
Ken Boothe,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.