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 Ethiopia 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Wings to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Charles Mingus,
D'Angelo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eli Mardock,
Anthony Braxton,
U.S. Maple,
The Fuzztones,
Alphaville,
Frankie Knuckles,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Green,
The Five Americans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Evens,
The Monochrome Set,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fall,
Minutemen,
Smog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Infiniti,
the Swans,
The Smiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tim Buckley,
Basic Channel,
John Lydon,
Harry Pussy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radio Birdman,
The American Breed,
Fear,
Qualms,
Henry Cow,
Dennis Brown,
Lalann,
Matthew Bourne,
K-Klass,
Radiopuhelimet,
Trumans Water,
David Bowie,
The Durutti Column,
Albert Ayler,
John Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Robert Hood,
The Motions,
Suicide,
Khruangbin,
Bill Near,
Angry Samoans,
Easy Going,
The Litter,
Peter and Kerry,
Nas,
Heaven 17,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.