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 Swaziland and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 The Shadows of Knight to the jazz 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Enemy,
Oneida,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Guru Guru,
The Standells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arthur Verocai,
Cybotron,
Severed Heads,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monks,
Angry Samoans,
Pere Ubu,
L. Decosne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Stooges,
Piero Umiliani,
Scrapy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ice-T,
Radiohead,
Delta 5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yaz,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Byrd,
Technova,
MDC,
Maleditus Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Al Stewart,
The Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
Roxette,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eli Mardock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Juan Atkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Subhumans,
Boredoms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Byron Stingily,
Rotary Connection,
Scan 7,
Schoolly D,
China Crisis,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.