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 Somalia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronan,
Drexciya,
Camouflage,
The Smoke,
June of 44,
Stiv Bators,
the Bar-Kays,
KRS-One,
Animal Collective,
Bob Dylan,
the Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
AZ,
Bill Wells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Skaos,
Neu!,
Crooked Eye,
Smog,
Eric Copeland,
B.T. Express,
Los Fastidios,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy Collins,
Morten Harket,
Jandek,
Fatback Band,
Ossler,
The Fortunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Fugazi,
Nils Olav,
Michelle Simonal,
Groovy Waters,
Brand Nubian,
Babytalk,
Fear,
The Kinks,
Country Teasers,
Faraquet,
Eden Ahbez,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rekid,
Wasted Youth,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed,
Alison Limerick,
Kenny Larkin,
Nico,
The Sound,
The Count Five,
Scrapy,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.