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 Vanuatu and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Marvin Gaye to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Eddi Front,
Rod Modell,
The Count Five,
Maurizio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Desert Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kenny Larkin,
Charles Mingus,
Kurtis Blow,
Rapeman,
CMW,
The Red Krayola,
Ronnie Foster,
Deakin,
David Axelrod,
Camberwell Now,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Half Japanese,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cybotron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Tim Buckley,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Pus,
Joy Division,
Quantec,
Moby Grape,
The Searchers,
The Vogues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suicide,
The Last Poets,
Bob Dylan,
The Selecter,
Bobby Sherman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arthur Verocai,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
D'Angelo,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rites of Spring,
The Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ohio Players,
the Bar-Kays,
Morten Harket,
Metal Thangz,
Camouflage,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.