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 Bulgaria 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skaos to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Hill,
Davy DMX,
Babytalk,
Qualms,
Faust,
The Happenings,
Nils Olav,
Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Tim Buckley,
Pere Ubu,
Aswad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fear,
Maleditus Sound,
Ken Boothe,
The Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
Monks,
The Martian,
Echospace,
Siglo XX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unwound,
Das Ding,
Brass Construction,
Masters at Work,
Monolake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Intrusion,
Harmonia,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marmalade,
Au Pairs,
Pierre Henry,
Frankie Knuckles,
PIL,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stiv Bators,
a-ha,
EPMD,
China Crisis,
Von Mondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cal Tjader,
Darondo,
Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul II Soul,
The Selecter,
Cybotron,
Young Marble Giants,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.