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 Ecuador and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
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 mellotron 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grunge 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Moleskins,
Visage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stetsasonic,
Can,
Jandek,
Rekid,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hot Snakes,
Nas,
Godley & Creme,
Loose Ends,
The Kinks,
Fad Gadget,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
D'Angelo,
Eurythmics,
Cymande,
Radiohead,
Sister Nancy,
Dawn Penn,
The Slits,
Ludus,
Suburban Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agitation Free,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bluetip,
Funkadelic,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
One Last Wish,
Moebius,
Popol Vuh,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bad Manners,
The Shadows of Knight,
Make Up,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
H. Thieme,
Boz Scaggs,
Stereo Dub,
The Music Machine,
Scratch Acid,
The Move,
Pagans,
Amon Düül II,
X-101,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.