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 Turkey and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Martian to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arcadia,
John Holt,
Moss Icon,
Don Cherry,
Tim Buckley,
the Normal,
Nick Fraelich,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anthony Braxton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Stiv Bators,
Spoonie Gee,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Bananas,
Freddie Wadling,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Martian,
Audionom,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Archie Shepp,
Byron Stingily,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Essential Logic,
X-101,
Urselle,
Joy Division,
Black Moon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
One Last Wish,
Funkadelic,
Second Layer,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scratch Acid,
Yazoo,
Eurythmics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sister Nancy,
The Knickerbockers,
Cymande,
Flamin' Groovies,
Smog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Starr,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerrie Biddell,
MC5,
Sugar Minott,
Porter Ricks,
Darondo,
PIL,
This Heat,
Roger Hodgson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moleskins,
the Swans,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.