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 Sri Lanka and from Delhi.
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 Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 The Index to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Dennis Brown,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Animal Collective,
The Litter,
Marine Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
H. Thieme,
Ossler,
Isaac Hayes,
Smog,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra,
Thee Headcoats,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cure,
Yellowson,
The Names,
Scan 7,
Eli Mardock,
Chris & Cosey,
Japan,
Rotary Connection,
Janne Schatter,
The Kinks,
The Music Machine,
Kayak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronan,
Marc Almond,
Pharoah Sanders,
Surgeon,
The Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smiths,
the Association,
Monolake,
Supertramp,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
R.M.O.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Move,
Public Image Ltd.,
Index,
Glenn Branca,
KRS-One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Technova,
Judy Mowatt,
Spoonie Gee,
David Axelrod,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.