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 Togo and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 Jacques Brel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Deepchord,
Goldenarms,
Quadrant,
Marshall Jefferson,
The American Breed,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalann,
Charles Mingus,
Skaos,
The Litter,
Agitation Free,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Janne Schatter,
The Evens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sex Pistols,
Model 500,
Von Mondo,
Zapp,
Vladislav Delay,
Chrome,
Jawbox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Franke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bauhaus,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brass Construction,
Skarface,
The Golliwogs,
PIL,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blues Magoos,
Fela Kuti,
Stereo Dub,
Can,
Eddi Front,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
F. McDonald,
the Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Niagra,
The Stooges,
Make Up,
Organ,
Neil Young,
Hardrive,
John Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Supertramp,
Freddie Wadling,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.