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 Equatorial Guinea and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 L. Decosne to the rock 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tubeway Army,
Talk Talk,
New Order,
MC5,
Bronski Beat,
Monolake,
10cc,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
Sister Nancy,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers,
Japan,
Ossler,
Colin Newman,
Country Teasers,
Pere Ubu,
Faust,
David Bowie,
Michelle Simonal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
R.M.O.,
Make Up,
the Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Tommy Roe,
Sällskapet,
Delta 5,
World's Most,
Cheater Slicks,
John Cale,
The American Breed,
Gong,
T.S.O.L.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monks,
The J.B.'s,
Brothers Johnson,
Wolf Eyes,
cv313,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ice-T,
Eddi Front,
The Angels of Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Hill,
The Standells,
Barbara Tucker,
The Wake,
Tres Demented,
UT,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.