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 Ivory Coast and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cluster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alphaville,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gladiators,
The Standells,
Wire,
Negative Approach,
Kerrie Biddell,
New York Dolls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Altered Images,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Franke,
Ice-T,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smiths,
Hot Snakes,
One Last Wish,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Technova,
Faraquet,
A Certain Ratio,
The Music Machine,
Skaos,
Ornette Coleman,
Ponytail,
Sam Rivers,
The United States of America,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker,
The Kinks,
Japan,
R.M.O.,
The Associates,
The Barracudas,
Cameo,
Kurtis Blow,
Don Cherry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Janne Schatter,
Wasted Youth,
10cc,
L. Decosne,
Blake Baxter,
The Black Dice,
Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angry Samoans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dennis Brown,
Peter and Kerry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minutemen,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.