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 Congo and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doors,
Babytalk,
Nils Olav,
Urselle,
Wasted Youth,
Cymande,
Warren Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Panda Bear,
The Tremeloes,
Mr. Review,
Rufus Thomas,
This Heat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liliput,
Blancmange,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tim Buckley,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moleskins,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Bourne,
John Foxx,
Alphaville,
Don Cherry,
Barry Ungar,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Count Five,
Subhumans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erasure,
Joe Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
Smog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agent Orange,
The Mummies,
Cecil Taylor,
Sugar Minott,
Tubeway Army,
Isaac Hayes,
Letta Mbulu,
Angry Samoans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
The Wake,
The Blackbyrds,
John Holt,
The Five Americans,
Robert Hood,
Black Sheep,
Masters at Work,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.