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 Montenegro and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Jeff Mills to the dance 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Green,
The Birthday Party,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Grass Roots,
The Slackers,
Judy Mowatt,
Excepter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Near,
Anakelly,
Peter and Kerry,
JFA,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Junior Murvin,
E-Dancer,
The Fall,
Neil Young,
Brass Construction,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swans,
Black Sheep,
Urselle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Technova,
Ice-T,
Kas Product,
The Fugs,
Drexciya,
CMW,
Hot Snakes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hoover,
Organ,
Max Romeo,
One Last Wish,
Ten City,
Audionom,
Angry Samoans,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
Deepchord,
The Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joey Negro,
Rakim,
Dark Day,
Roxette,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Almond,
H. Thieme,
The Walker Brothers,
The Residents,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sound,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.