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 Hungary and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Albert Ayler 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Juan Atkins,
Faust,
Gil Scott Heron,
Porter Ricks,
Suicide,
Josef K,
Eve St. Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wally Richardson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smoke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barry Ungar,
The Cowsills,
MC5,
The Techniques,
The Searchers,
The Barracudas,
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James White and The Blacks,
Pantytec,
X-101,
The Mojo Men,
Blossom Toes,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Mills,
Dark Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Wells,
Audionom,
Desert Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
a-ha,
The Velvet Underground,
Boz Scaggs,
Godley & Creme,
Morten Harket,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Organ,
Alison Limerick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pretty Things,
Camouflage,
Stetsasonic,
Ten City,
Oblivians,
The Dead C,
Visage,
The Tremeloes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smiths,
Graham Central Station,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brick,
Derrick May,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.