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 Ecuador and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Kerrie Biddell to the electroclash 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Aswad,
Alison Limerick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Move,
Oneida,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Bowie,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brothers Johnson,
Barbara Tucker,
ABC,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visage,
Sparks,
Babytalk,
Talk Talk,
The Grass Roots,
Mission of Burma,
Eve St. Jones,
MC5,
Shuggie Otis,
The Residents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rites of Spring,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monks,
Easy Going,
Johnny Clarke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Bananas,
X-102,
Liliput,
B.T. Express,
Reuben Wilson,
Pere Ubu,
The Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Black Dice,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Groovy Waters,
Stiv Bators,
Spoonie Gee,
Saccharine Trust,
Metal Thangz,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker,
Todd Terry,
Neu!,
Ornette Coleman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Interpol,
Gang of Four,
Tommy Roe,
Popol Vuh,
Minutemen,
John Coltrane,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.