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 Costa Rica and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 MDC to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris & Cosey,
Zapp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vainqueur,
The Fugs,
Man Parrish,
Max Romeo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Guru Guru,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eli Mardock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sparks,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
Kaleidoscope,
Kevin Saunderson,
Desert Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
New York Dolls,
Quadrant,
The Standells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Bowie,
The Moody Blues,
Fatback Band,
Barrington Levy,
Althea and Donna,
Barclay James Harvest,
Youth Brigade,
Tommy Roe,
Pagans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Graham Central Station,
Porter Ricks,
X-101,
Second Layer,
Boredoms,
Dawn Penn,
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Association,
Rapeman,
Oblivians,
Charles Mingus,
Royal Trux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June Days,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.