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 Ireland and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
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 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 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 Motorama to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slave,
The Black Dice,
Sam Rivers,
Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camberwell Now,
The Mummies,
Joy Division,
Ohio Players,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bush Tetras,
Mars,
Tres Demented,
Rapeman,
Aloha Tigers,
Desert Stars,
The Slits,
K-Klass,
Jacques Brel,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gabor Szabo,
Howard Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Buckinghams,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crash Course in Science,
Leonard Cohen,
Duran Duran,
Nick Fraelich,
Carl Craig,
The Red Krayola,
Unwound,
the Sonics,
Prince Buster,
Fugazi,
Ten City,
Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
Animal Collective,
Warren Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faust,
Jeff Lynne,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Machine,
Surgeon,
Ice-T,
Dead Boys,
Guru Guru,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.