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 Zimbabwe and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 F. McDonald to the dance 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eddi Front,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mars,
Roy Ayers,
Magazine,
The Techniques,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hashim,
Wally Richardson,
Flash Fearless,
Max Romeo,
Bauhaus,
The Misunderstood,
Kas Product,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultravox,
Lindisfarne,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris Corsano,
Mantronix,
Sight & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Audionom,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jawbox,
Reagan Youth,
Scion,
AZ,
The Birthday Party,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Last Poets,
Cluster,
The Smiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Warren Ellis,
Fluxion,
Banda Bassotti,
John Lydon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mandrill,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Near,
Joe Smooth,
Cybotron,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Freddie Wadling,
Wasted Youth,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.