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 Eritrea and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ice-T to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Goldenarms,
OOIOO,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers,
Slick Rick,
Depeche Mode,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
In Retrospect,
Quantec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Bowie,
Marc Almond,
The Move,
the Swans,
Loose Ends,
Gabor Szabo,
The Red Krayola,
Cecil Taylor,
Niagra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Index,
Underground Resistance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Roxette,
Charles Mingus,
Rotary Connection,
Pagans,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suicide,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed,
Maleditus Sound,
Eddi Front,
Man Parrish,
Sandy B,
Urselle,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young,
Blossom Toes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Foxx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scrapy,
Gichy Dan,
Prince Buster,
John Lydon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monks,
JFA,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.