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 Guatemala and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Move,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scion,
Pantaleimon,
The Names,
John Foxx,
The Sound,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Beau Brummels,
Monks,
Procol Harum,
X-102,
The Raincoats,
The Invisible,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Urselle,
Malaria!,
The Seeds,
Ponytail,
Jacques Brel,
the Normal,
China Crisis,
Sparks,
AZ,
The Fuzztones,
Aaron Thompson,
Nils Olav,
Desert Stars,
the Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crash Course in Science,
R.M.O.,
Wings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Evens,
The Dead C,
Max Romeo,
Lyres,
The Mojo Men,
Magma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Last Poets,
Thee Headcoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Bourne,
Bob Dylan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Christie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Youth Brigade,
Kurtis Blow,
Aural Exciters,
Tim Buckley,
Index,
The Index,
The Red Krayola,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.