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 Togo and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Sparks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Kinks 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?
Clear Light,
Anthony Braxton,
China Crisis,
Davy DMX,
Fugazi,
Pere Ubu,
Kas Product,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shoche,
Matthew Halsall,
Scion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Christie,
The Saints,
The Motions,
The United States of America,
R.M.O.,
Sex Pistols,
Ossler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skarface,
Yellowson,
Rites of Spring,
the Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Q and Not U,
Lalann,
Sällskapet,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül,
The Gap Band,
Babytalk,
John Holt,
Bad Manners,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pulsallama,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Clarke,
the Association,
Nico,
Jeff Mills,
Darondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonic Youth,
John Lydon,
Bootsy Collins,
Intrusion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heaven 17,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-Ray Spex,
Parry Music,
The Fugs,
John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare,
Silicon Teens,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.