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 Israel and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 The American Breed to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fugazi,
Ornette Coleman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Supertramp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Skatalites,
Mantronix,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mandrill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sandy B,
Amazonics,
The Cure,
Jerry's Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
MDC,
Japan,
Grauzone,
Black Flag,
Banda Bassotti,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris & Cosey,
The Trojans,
John Holt,
Panda Bear,
T. Rex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bob Dylan,
Con Funk Shun,
Don Cherry,
Silicon Teens,
Delta 5,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Finger,
Funky Four + One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Depeche Mode,
Scratch Acid,
This Heat,
K-Klass,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Litter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fat Boys,
Whodini,
Rosa Yemen,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.