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 Kazakhstan and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Thee Headcoats,
Nils Olav,
EPMD,
Section 25,
Q and Not U,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fuzztones,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aaron Thompson,
Newcleus,
Sällskapet,
Max Romeo,
Scientists,
the Slits,
The Standells,
The American Breed,
Ludus,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Babytalk,
Masters at Work,
the Germs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick May,
Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
The Invisible,
Lalo Schifrin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Youth Brigade,
Skriet,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Kinks,
David Axelrod,
The Human League,
Heaven 17,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Vogues,
Pulsallama,
Von Mondo,
Robert Görl,
Agitation Free,
Ronan,
FM Einheit,
48th St. Collective,
Procol Harum,
The Names,
Nirvana,
Kenny Larkin,
The Skatalites,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Audionom,
Sugar Minott,
Smog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Howard Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.