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 Algeria and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Babytalk,
Maurizio,
Guru Guru,
Section 25,
Pagans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Copeland,
the Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
The Raincoats,
a-ha,
Donny Hathaway,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Basic Channel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Supertramp,
Bob Dylan,
U.S. Maple,
Gichy Dan,
Morten Harket,
Scan 7,
Curtis Mayfield,
10cc,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül,
Mo-Dettes,
Moss Icon,
Ossler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Black Dice,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dennis Brown,
Crime,
Visage,
Eddi Front,
the Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sparks,
cv313,
Gong,
The Moody Blues,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker,
Absolute Body Control,
Dawn Penn,
Camberwell Now,
Porter Ricks,
Roxette,
Liliput,
Infiniti,
Funky Four + One,
Intrusion,
The Walker Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Erasure,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.