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 Seychelles and from London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Mantronix to the jazz 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Leaves,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scan 7,
Gong,
Bob Dylan,
Sonic Youth,
The Music Machine,
Monolake,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Teasers,
The Golliwogs,
The Buckinghams,
The Associates,
Eve St. Jones,
Underground Resistance,
Angry Samoans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zero Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Moon,
Silicon Teens,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ice-T,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Leonard Cohen,
Tommy Roe,
Mark Hollis,
Henry Cow,
Hasil Adkins,
Accadde A,
Gabor Szabo,
New York Dolls,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rapeman,
Visage,
Don Cherry,
Alice Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Josef K,
X-Ray Spex,
The Modern Lovers,
LL Cool J,
Anakelly,
Archie Shepp,
Letta Mbulu,
Carl Craig,
Qualms,
The Vogues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Robert Görl,
Barry Ungar,
Franke,
Inner City,
Minor Threat,
Fluxion,
Pylon,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.