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 Kosovo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Swell Maps to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
the Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anthony Braxton,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül,
Byron Stingily,
Isaac Hayes,
H. Thieme,
Outsiders,
KRS-One,
Niagra,
Q and Not U,
CMW,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Underground Resistance,
Harmonia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lakeside,
Gang of Four,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Mills,
Average White Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
EPMD,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jandek,
The Offenders,
Dennis Brown,
Sun City Girls,
The Mummies,
Anakelly,
Flipper,
Unwound,
Drexciya,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oneida,
Don Cherry,
the Bar-Kays,
The Shadows of Knight,
Intrusion,
PIL,
Lucky Dragons,
The Residents,
Joyce Sims,
B.T. Express,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gories,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.