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 Tuvalu and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Unwound,
Youth Brigade,
the Germs,
Joy Division,
Essential Logic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Judy Mowatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
MDC,
Colin Newman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Al Stewart,
The Music Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heaven 17,
New York Dolls,
Ohio Players,
Newcleus,
Second Layer,
Graham Central Station,
Nico,
Malaria!,
Ultra Naté,
10cc,
Wolf Eyes,
Pierre Henry,
Glenn Branca,
Ken Boothe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unrelated Segments,
Bush Tetras,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slackers,
Blancmange,
The American Breed,
Popol Vuh,
The Gap Band,
Warren Ellis,
Infiniti,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacques Brel,
The Vogues,
Bill Wells,
Archie Shepp,
Don Cherry,
Sandy B,
The Moleskins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Albert Ayler,
Livin' Joy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
JFA,
Althea and Donna,
The Toasters,
Drexciya,
Surgeon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maurizio,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.