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 Netherlands and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the dance 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Copeland,
Letta Mbulu,
Tommy Roe,
Icehouse,
Aaron Thompson,
Hoover,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Star Department,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crooked Eye,
Guru Guru,
The Dead C,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Order,
Brothers Johnson,
Khruangbin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Albert Ayler,
Ludus,
Radiohead,
Dave Gahan,
Roger Hodgson,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Wyatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quando Quango,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monochrome Set,
Dead Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dennis Brown,
Scan 7,
Jacques Brel,
Trumans Water,
Can,
Niagra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
Cymande,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sam Rivers,
Nils Olav,
Suburban Knight,
Surgeon,
EPMD,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Görl,
The Gap Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Magazine,
Black Bananas,
Bill Near,
Morten Harket,
Delta 5,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.