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 Ivory Coast and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
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 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 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 Nils Olav to the funk 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funkadelic,
Quando Quango,
the Human League,
Lungfish,
Gang Green,
Hashim,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warsaw,
Tim Buckley,
Ituana,
Black Moon,
Infiniti,
The Cure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grauzone,
Sandy B,
Wolf Eyes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liliput,
Matthew Bourne,
Deakin,
The Evens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker,
Zapp,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Techniques,
Sound Behaviour,
Schoolly D,
Franke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roger Hodgson,
Mr. Review,
Unrelated Segments,
Faraquet,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pretty Things,
David Bowie,
The Cramps,
Kerri Chandler,
Siglo XX,
Boredoms,
The Moleskins,
Section 25,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The American Breed,
The Cowsills,
Faust,
Bob Dylan,
Warren Ellis,
Joy Division,
ABBA,
Simply Red,
Guru Guru,
Stereo Dub,
Sonic Youth,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.