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 Finland and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Duran Duran to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Real Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Durutti Column,
Ronan,
Cameo,
Soulsonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maurizio,
Juan Atkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scrapy,
The Gories,
Andrew Hill,
Rufus Thomas,
Arthur Verocai,
Warren Ellis,
Shoche,
Model 500,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hoover,
Tears for Fears,
Patti Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Cecil Taylor,
Silicon Teens,
Groovy Waters,
Nas,
Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Niagra,
Average White Band,
the Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magazine,
L. Decosne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Japan,
Vainqueur,
Stereo Dub,
Eli Mardock,
Panda Bear,
Brand Nubian,
Fat Boys,
the Germs,
The Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Sällskapet,
Sixth Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monochrome Set,
The Golliwogs,
AZ,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.