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 Paraguay and from Bologna.
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 Bologna and New York.
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 snare 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 Arthur Verocai to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Al Stewart,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Fraelich,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Altered Images,
Au Pairs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skriet,
DJ Style,
48th St. Collective,
Morten Harket,
The Doors,
The Remains,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Count Five,
Aural Exciters,
Motorama,
Chrome,
Roxy Music,
Eve St. Jones,
Unwound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Idris Muhammad,
Glenn Branca,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skarface,
Dark Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Supertramp,
New Age Steppers,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brick,
ABC,
The American Breed,
Clear Light,
Duran Duran,
The Gories,
Qualms,
Mad Mike,
KRS-One,
Grey Daturas,
Index,
Mo-Dettes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Audionom,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brand Nubian,
Country Teasers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultravox,
Lakeside,
Spoonie Gee,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Machine,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.