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 Iceland and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Count Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Soul II Soul,
Silicon Teens,
Loose Ends,
Aswad,
The Gladiators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Swans,
Metal Thangz,
Mission of Burma,
Desert Stars,
Flipper,
Alphaville,
Liliput,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kas Product,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yaz,
Y Pants,
The Black Dice,
Fatback Band,
Mandrill,
Stereo Dub,
Chrome,
Charles Mingus,
Ossler,
Scott Walker,
June Days,
Junior Murvin,
June of 44,
The Fuzztones,
Visage,
Essential Logic,
The Kinks,
Kevin Saunderson,
MC5,
X-Ray Spex,
The New Christs,
Young Marble Giants,
Television,
The Toasters,
Pierre Henry,
The Knickerbockers,
The Associates,
John Holt,
Camouflage,
Pussy Galore,
Jawbox,
Zapp,
Shuggie Otis,
CMW,
Magma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Das Ding,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Drive Like Jehu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neu!,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.