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 Greece and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skriet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Velvet Underground,
The Litter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terry Callier,
Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stockholm Monsters,
David McCallum,
Tres Demented,
The Kinks,
ABBA,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang On A Can,
Echospace,
The Busters,
AZ,
Altered Images,
Morten Harket,
Susan Cadogan,
The Golliwogs,
The Real Kids,
The Associates,
Wire,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker,
kango's stein massive,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fugs,
Cal Tjader,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Sonics,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faraquet,
The Monochrome Set,
Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eve St. Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Hill,
Talk Talk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Y Pants,
UT,
KRS-One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mojo Men,
Accadde A,
The Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
The Searchers,
Audionom,
Josef K,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.