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 Nigeria and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Simply Red to the grime 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dual Sessions,
Q and Not U,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masters at Work,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minny Pops,
Camberwell Now,
Quando Quango,
The J.B.'s,
Jacques Brel,
Quadrant,
Tears for Fears,
The Evens,
The Blues Magoos,
June Days,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Five Americans,
Amazonics,
Ludus,
FM Einheit,
B.T. Express,
Stereo Dub,
Boz Scaggs,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cure,
Livin' Joy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drexciya,
Flipper,
Stetsasonic,
Inner City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Byron Stingily,
Soulsonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Y Pants,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül,
The Fall,
Brand Nubian,
Danielle Patucci,
Grey Daturas,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Hill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marmalade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultra Naté,
Second Layer,
Metal Thangz,
Accadde A,
Unrelated Segments,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Association,
Jawbox,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.