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 Azerbaijan and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Donald Byrd to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mission of Burma,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Martian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Moon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ice-T,
Man Parrish,
PIL,
The Misunderstood,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blues Magoos,
Absolute Body Control,
Ituana,
Maleditus Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joy Division,
Boredoms,
Von Mondo,
June Days,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monolake,
The Residents,
Bobby Sherman,
The Five Americans,
Al Stewart,
The Associates,
Swell Maps,
The Smiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
T.S.O.L.,
LL Cool J,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moby Grape,
Robert Hood,
Ten City,
Stiv Bators,
Lalann,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25,
Sex Pistols,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Bourne,
Intrusion,
This Heat,
Saccharine Trust,
The Young Rascals,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One,
The Happenings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flash Fearless,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.