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 Belgium and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nick Fraelich to the dance 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cymande,
Royal Trux,
John Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Juan Atkins,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Style,
Vladislav Delay,
Dennis Brown,
Quando Quango,
Das Ding,
The Red Krayola,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Rundgren,
Blancmange,
Quantec,
Judy Mowatt,
Moss Icon,
The Raincoats,
Derrick Morgan,
The Real Kids,
Pantaleimon,
T.S.O.L.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Skatalites,
Banda Bassotti,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gun Club,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronnie Foster,
Althea and Donna,
The Tremeloes,
Public Enemy,
Max Romeo,
UT,
Yellowson,
Iggy Pop,
The Sound,
Goldenarms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harmonia,
Carl Craig,
Desert Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wolf Eyes,
Masters at Work,
Throbbing Gristle,
F. McDonald,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ituana,
Minor Threat,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
48th St. Collective,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.