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 Papua New Guinea and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ludus to the grime 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Outsiders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacques Brel,
Chris & Cosey,
Swell Maps,
Minor Threat,
Audionom,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Sherman,
Grauzone,
Lower 48,
Yazoo,
Todd Rundgren,
New Age Steppers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Model 500,
Whodini,
The Gap Band,
One Last Wish,
Pole,
Anthony Braxton,
The Knickerbockers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
E-Dancer,
Liliput,
The Black Dice,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantytec,
Tom Boy,
Drexciya,
Aloha Tigers,
John Foxx,
Marine Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Malaria!,
Derrick Morgan,
DNA,
New York Dolls,
Clear Light,
This Heat,
ABC,
Angry Samoans,
The Skatalites,
Television,
Camberwell Now,
Aswad,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Machine,
The Count Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronnie Foster,
The Searchers,
Radio Birdman,
Joyce Sims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.