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 Tajikistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Joyce Sims to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Bobby Womack,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sixth Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Ultra Naté,
Pere Ubu,
Yellowson,
E-Dancer,
Bob Dylan,
Michelle Simonal,
Technova,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erasure,
Niagra,
LL Cool J,
Cybotron,
Faust,
Harry Pussy,
Vainqueur,
Mad Mike,
Barbara Tucker,
Camberwell Now,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Mars,
Prince Buster,
Rapeman,
The Cramps,
Theoretical Girls,
Moss Icon,
Fela Kuti,
Spoonie Gee,
Inner City,
Sun City Girls,
Carl Craig,
The Count Five,
Skaos,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultravox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hoover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Whodini,
The American Breed,
Ten City,
Judy Mowatt,
Scan 7,
Flipper,
Schoolly D,
Q and Not U,
Harmonia,
Massinfluence,
kango's stein massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
DNA,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.