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 Madagascar and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 The Pop Group to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Don Cherry,
Nas,
Anthony Braxton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Schoolly D,
Pylon,
Flipper,
Groovy Waters,
Patti Smith,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Mills,
Moby Grape,
Japan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ludus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris & Cosey,
MDC,
Make Up,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Juan Atkins,
Slave,
Blossom Toes,
Skriet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Martian,
Rakim,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Guru Guru,
Yellowson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
The American Breed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pole,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Excepter,
AZ,
The Mojo Men,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mummies,
Arab on Radar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Half Japanese,
Slick Rick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.