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 Angola and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heaven 17,
Monks,
Can,
Sex Pistols,
Ice-T,
Monolake,
Mo-Dettes,
Pulsallama,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Dolphy,
Ponytail,
Scion,
Nirvana,
Lightning Bolt,
Danielle Patucci,
Graham Central Station,
Bauhaus,
The Buckinghams,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rufus Thomas,
The Beau Brummels,
Sugar Minott,
Angry Samoans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scrapy,
John Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
The Litter,
Tom Boy,
Pagans,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glenn Branca,
Symarip,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smiths,
Intrusion,
Neil Young,
Lindisfarne,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash,
Excepter,
The Angels of Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Half Japanese,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
10cc,
Aloha Tigers,
Mr. Review,
The American Breed,
The Associates,
Skriet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funky Four + One,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter & Gordon,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.