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 Liechtenstein and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Accadde A to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bauhaus,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter and Kerry,
Joy Division,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young,
the Swans,
Jandek,
Icehouse,
D'Angelo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dawn Penn,
Darondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-Ray Spex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Maleditus Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gories,
The Motions,
The Moody Blues,
Neu!,
Nick Fraelich,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gladiators,
Reagan Youth,
Moss Icon,
The Red Krayola,
Graham Central Station,
John Holt,
The Zeros,
The Count Five,
Audionom,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tim Buckley,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The J.B.'s,
Glenn Branca,
Anthony Braxton,
Groovy Waters,
Godley & Creme,
Wire,
Siglo XX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cymande,
Flipper,
Robert Görl,
Warren Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Newcleus,
Slave,
The United States of America,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.