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 Syria and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Von Mondo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols 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?
Mad Mike,
Banda Bassotti,
David Bowie,
U.S. Maple,
Dual Sessions,
The Buckinghams,
Tears for Fears,
The Sisters of Mercy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television Personalities,
Oblivians,
Delta 5,
Television,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronan,
Bill Wells,
Al Stewart,
Barrington Levy,
Bad Manners,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Darondo,
The Mummies,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick May,
Alice Coltrane,
The Stooges,
The Gun Club,
The Slits,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monks,
Marine Girls,
Oneida,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül II,
Prince Buster,
The Dead C,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reuben Wilson,
The Last Poets,
Wolf Eyes,
Godley & Creme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Bananas,
The Moleskins,
Jacques Brel,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vladislav Delay,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Inner City,
Parry Music,
Brothers Johnson,
The Happenings,
Kerri Chandler,
The Zeros,
Cecil Taylor,
Roger Hodgson,
Dark Day,
Chris Corsano,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.