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 Bolivia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 FM Einheit to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Ohio Players,
Kayak,
Parry Music,
Nils Olav,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brick,
The Barracudas,
Quando Quango,
Magazine,
Tubeway Army,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare,
The Offenders,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fire Engines,
Ronan,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dawn Penn,
Crispy Ambulance,
Janne Schatter,
Rod Modell,
Rufus Thomas,
Quadrant,
Negative Approach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Can,
Sparks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Vogues,
The Five Americans,
Section 25,
DJ Sneak,
Pussy Galore,
Unwound,
Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young,
Franke,
Aural Exciters,
FM Einheit,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boredoms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Holt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Schoolly D,
Aloha Tigers,
Cluster,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Wells,
Smog,
The Sound,
Outsiders,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.