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 Iceland and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Warren Ellis to the grime 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Prince Buster,
Robert Hood,
Royal Trux,
The Divine Comedy,
Fat Boys,
Parry Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joyce Sims,
The Neon Judgement,
Sam Rivers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monks,
Todd Terry,
John Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dark Day,
Maurizio,
Mo-Dettes,
MC5,
Hardrive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Average White Band,
Siglo XX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABC,
The Litter,
The Blackbyrds,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Victims,
The Tremeloes,
Negative Approach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Franke,
Sandy B,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Sherman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronan,
The Trojans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delta 5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wally Richardson,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Normal,
Moss Icon,
Joe Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Scion,
Soulsonic Force,
The Leaves,
The Dead C,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.