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 Kosovo and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Halsall,
Thompson Twins,
Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sight & Sound,
Neu!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flipper,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gladiators,
Quantec,
The Moleskins,
June of 44,
La Düsseldorf,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Holt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Hood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Almond,
Aloha Tigers,
David Bowie,
The Velvet Underground,
Rites of Spring,
Michelle Simonal,
Mad Mike,
Organ,
The Vogues,
Josef K,
The American Breed,
MC5,
Robert Görl,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Grass Roots,
London Community Gospel Choir,
cv313,
Roy Ayers,
Swell Maps,
Parry Music,
Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
Aural Exciters,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Divine Comedy,
Arcadia,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.