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 South Africa and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Oblivians to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy Collins,
Heaven 17,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronnie Foster,
Eli Mardock,
John Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scion,
The Grass Roots,
Fluxion,
The Durutti Column,
The Gap Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Peter and Kerry,
Mo-Dettes,
Harry Pussy,
Pantytec,
Jacob Miller,
The Moody Blues,
FM Einheit,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Walker Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Aaron Thompson,
Soulsonic Force,
Yaz,
Newcleus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donny Hathaway,
Steve Hackett,
New Order,
Kerri Chandler,
10cc,
Swell Maps,
the Normal,
Brand Nubian,
The Remains,
Blossom Toes,
Little Man,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Clarke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cal Tjader,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-102,
Byron Stingily,
Sex Pistols,
The Dirtbombs,
Gabor Szabo,
The Victims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Das Ding,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Wells,
Monks,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gladiators,
Scientists,
Soul II Soul,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.