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 Portugal 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Ossler to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantytec,
Minny Pops,
The Modern Lovers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sarah Menescal,
Cluster,
The Fall,
Khruangbin,
The Angels of Light,
ABBA,
Peter & Gordon,
Little Man,
The Music Machine,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick May,
Bobby Womack,
Blake Baxter,
Nico,
Livin' Joy,
Donny Hathaway,
Deepchord,
Country Teasers,
The Black Dice,
Fad Gadget,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pop Group,
Scion,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joy Division,
Pole,
Ohio Players,
The New Christs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Golliwogs,
JFA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Sällskapet,
Danielle Patucci,
Easy Going,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swans,
The Cure,
Wire,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fire Engines,
Lalann,
Aaron Thompson,
Unrelated Segments,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.