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 Guinea 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bauhaus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Deadbeat,
The Motions,
Lindisfarne,
Supertramp,
Cameo,
The American Breed,
the Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cybotron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minutemen,
Jandek,
David McCallum,
Fugazi,
Eric Copeland,
Mission of Burma,
Sällskapet,
Alton Ellis,
Japan,
Index,
Aloha Tigers,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moody Blues,
The Birthday Party,
Tubeway Army,
Outsiders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young,
The Gories,
Joy Division,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yellowson,
Alison Limerick,
The Walker Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Groovy Waters,
The Golliwogs,
Terry Callier,
John Holt,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blossom Toes,
The Last Poets,
John Cale,
Agent Orange,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Leonard Cohen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Interpol,
The Angels of Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Wake,
The Divine Comedy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.