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 Colombia and from Halifax.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rotary Connection to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Spandau Ballet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flipper,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
These Immortal Souls,
The Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cluster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wolf Eyes,
New York Dolls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mr. Review,
Peter & Gordon,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
K-Klass,
Fatback Band,
a-ha,
Harpers Bizarre,
Porter Ricks,
The Monochrome Set,
Bronski Beat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Victims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Outsiders,
T. Rex,
Negative Approach,
Arab on Radar,
Circle Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Hot Snakes,
Idris Muhammad,
A Certain Ratio,
Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Litter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Heaven 17,
Bob Dylan,
Smog,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-101,
Amon Düül II,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.