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 Czech Republic and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Kerrie Biddell to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fuzztones,
Marvin Gaye,
Quadrant,
Lungfish,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moody Blues,
Roxette,
Tommy Roe,
R.M.O.,
Parry Music,
T.S.O.L.,
Yellowson,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Depeche Mode,
Subhumans,
Alphaville,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Walker Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantaleimon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Severed Heads,
Outsiders,
Blake Baxter,
Camberwell Now,
Magma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Clear Light,
Thompson Twins,
Terrestrial Tones,
David McCallum,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter & Gordon,
John Lydon,
Dead Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donald Byrd,
The Count Five,
Lalann,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pussy Galore,
Rod Modell,
Skarface,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Wyatt,
Bob Dylan,
Susan Cadogan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mantronix,
Fad Gadget,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Holt,
Das Ding,
Funkadelic,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.