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 Bahrain and from New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Dave Gahan to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
The Blues Magoos,
Pagans,
Babytalk,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Byrd,
Technova,
Gang Starr,
Jandek,
Liliput,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stiv Bators,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quantec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Colin Newman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Khruangbin,
Sound Behaviour,
The Raincoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
Con Funk Shun,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yaz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Youth Brigade,
Hasil Adkins,
Cymande,
Visage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glenn Branca,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skarface,
Eric Dolphy,
Faraquet,
In Retrospect,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter and Kerry,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Carl Craig,
Black Flag,
The Walker Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Morten Harket,
Pet Shop Boys,
Goldenarms,
The Saints,
Bobby Womack,
Mandrill,
Thee Headcoats,
Wally Richardson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Buzzcocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.