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 Sweden and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the punk 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The United States of America,
Gabor Szabo,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Qualms,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smoke,
The Real Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantaleimon,
The Misunderstood,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantytec,
Soft Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vladislav Delay,
Scientists,
Howard Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
Royal Trux,
Smog,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Panda Bear,
The Leaves,
Tubeway Army,
Magazine,
The Zeros,
Robert Görl,
cv313,
Brass Construction,
MDC,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare,
Hoover,
DJ Style,
La Düsseldorf,
The Angels of Light,
Thee Headcoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delta 5,
Absolute Body Control,
Isaac Hayes,
Pole,
Rod Modell,
Marmalade,
Andrew Hill,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minny Pops,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Malaria!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
the Germs,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.