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 Nepal and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the crunk 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultravox,
Mad Mike,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Newcleus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cramps,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Adolescents,
Country Teasers,
The Monochrome Set,
Pylon,
The Golliwogs,
Isaac Hayes,
Franke,
Tears for Fears,
Maurizio,
Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Scratch Acid,
Heaven 17,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Evens,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Divine Comedy,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Lynne,
The Human League,
The Slits,
Au Pairs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Howard Jones,
Ice-T,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spoonie Gee,
World's Most,
Bush Tetras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deakin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Finger,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aural Exciters,
Metal Thangz,
Nico,
Lou Reed,
MDC,
Pulsallama,
The Black Dice,
The Pop Group,
Scientists,
Second Layer,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.