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 Kazakhstan and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Peter and Kerry to the punk 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Eddi Front,
Nils Olav,
OOIOO,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MDC,
Monolake,
Jeff Lynne,
Davy DMX,
10cc,
Banda Bassotti,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Green,
The Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
The Names,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Hill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Massinfluence,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sister Nancy,
The Gap Band,
The Mojo Men,
Morten Harket,
Blake Baxter,
The Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
The Walker Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Sex Pistols,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eden Ahbez,
The Stooges,
Barbara Tucker,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doors,
Television,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magma,
The Neon Judgement,
Can,
Harry Pussy,
Deepchord,
DNA,
Quadrant,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Toni Rubio,
Supertramp,
Juan Atkins,
the Normal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharoah Sanders,
Babytalk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.