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 Benin and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sister Nancy to the punk 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Toasters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Babytalk,
Mantronix,
Marmalade,
Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Q and Not U,
New Age Steppers,
Roxy Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Near,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vladislav Delay,
ABC,
Marine Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grauzone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Hill,
Freddie Wadling,
The Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fugazi,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
E-Dancer,
The Pretty Things,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pop Group,
Sister Nancy,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Colin Newman,
Model 500,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Idris Muhammad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suicide,
Von Mondo,
Bad Manners,
Stetsasonic,
Sex Pistols,
Popol Vuh,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moody Blues,
The Cure,
Robert Görl,
Barry Ungar,
One Last Wish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blake Baxter,
Oneida,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.