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 South Africa and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ituana to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Pylon,
David Bowie,
Surgeon,
Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Flag,
Jacob Miller,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Whodini,
John Lydon,
Mars,
The Walker Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Sam Rivers,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Near,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Bananas,
The Slackers,
Harmonia,
Dual Sessions,
In Retrospect,
The J.B.'s,
The Wake,
Derrick May,
David Axelrod,
Monolake,
R.M.O.,
Funkadelic,
Cybotron,
Von Mondo,
Quantec,
Symarip,
L. Decosne,
Lakeside,
the Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Holt,
Public Enemy,
Ronan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
D'Angelo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cluster,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Görl,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Teasers,
Scan 7,
Bobby Womack,
Khruangbin,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.