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 Guatemala and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Soulsonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Fluxion,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra,
The Selecter,
Youth Brigade,
Can,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dave Gahan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Average White Band,
Main Source,
Brass Construction,
Juan Atkins,
Pulsallama,
Eric Dolphy,
the Slits,
The Stooges,
Darondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Bauhaus,
Minor Threat,
The Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Cluster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Laurel Aitken,
June Days,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantaleimon,
Joyce Sims,
New Age Steppers,
Chris Corsano,
Bob Dylan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Coltrane,
Marmalade,
Gichy Dan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Invisible,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Angels of Light,
Connie Case,
Sexual Harrassment,
Banda Bassotti,
Barrington Levy,
Negative Approach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Infiniti,
The Saints,
Franke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Desert Stars,
Blossom Toes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.