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 Greece and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 The Electric Prunes to the electroclash 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Wings,
Minny Pops,
Drexciya,
Ludus,
Spoonie Gee,
Darondo,
Masters at Work,
Josef K,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liliput,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Litter,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tom Boy,
Grauzone,
The Music Machine,
Tubeway Army,
The Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pere Ubu,
Chrome,
D'Angelo,
Flipper,
kango's stein massive,
Kayak,
Make Up,
Morten Harket,
The Cramps,
Model 500,
Erasure,
Joyce Sims,
EPMD,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The J.B.'s,
X-102,
June Days,
Q and Not U,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
the Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
8 Eyed Spy,
JFA,
Cecil Taylor,
Frankie Knuckles,
PIL,
Mo-Dettes,
Rufus Thomas,
Don Cherry,
The Saints,
Japan,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skarface,
OOIOO,
World's Most,
The Birthday Party,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gap Band,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.