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 Vanuatu and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Deakin to the crunk 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tommy Roe,
EPMD,
DJ Style,
Terry Callier,
Deepchord,
Swans,
Wire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
K-Klass,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Green,
The Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
The Toasters,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry's Kids,
Malaria!,
Bobby Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The J.B.'s,
Simply Red,
Erasure,
The Durutti Column,
Josef K,
Absolute Body Control,
X-101,
The Cramps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Copeland,
Ronan,
Faraquet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Model 500,
Amon Düül,
Leonard Cohen,
Darondo,
X-Ray Spex,
The United States of America,
The Sound,
Siglo XX,
Little Man,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barry Ungar,
Max Romeo,
John Cale,
Agent Orange,
Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
The Doors,
Thee Headcoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalann,
DJ Sneak,
Easy Going,
Rotary Connection,
Popol Vuh,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.