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 Paraguay and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Heaven 17 to the rock 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
H. Thieme,
Arab on Radar,
the Swans,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yellowson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Inner City,
Nils Olav,
Aswad,
Chris & Cosey,
The Invisible,
The Modern Lovers,
The Happenings,
The Dead C,
The Barracudas,
Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
Sällskapet,
The Five Americans,
Shoche,
Soulsonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Peter & Gordon,
Television,
Babytalk,
Max Romeo,
Joey Negro,
Unrelated Segments,
Ten City,
Model 500,
June of 44,
The Associates,
Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul II Soul,
Carl Craig,
Outsiders,
Cymande,
The Count Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Mark Hollis,
June Days,
Vainqueur,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skriet,
Mr. Review,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anthony Braxton,
Scion,
Anakelly,
Skarface,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.