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 Sierra Leone and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Rapeman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Mandrill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxy Music,
Archie Shepp,
Darondo,
Interpol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stetsasonic,
FM Einheit,
Kerri Chandler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Grass Roots,
Jacques Brel,
PIL,
Judy Mowatt,
Thee Headcoats,
The Birthday Party,
Slick Rick,
Royal Trux,
The Five Americans,
The Fugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Basic Channel,
The Monks,
Tres Demented,
Hoover,
Erykah Badu,
Pussy Galore,
Symarip,
Half Japanese,
Spoonie Gee,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monochrome Set,
Model 500,
The Saints,
Television Personalities,
Panda Bear,
Deepchord,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultravox,
Rhythm & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Monolake,
The Human League,
Cybotron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sound,
Deadbeat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Bowie,
Country Teasers,
Robert Görl,
Rekid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Subhumans,
Todd Terry,
the Association,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.