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 Croatia and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Cameo to the jazz 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Slave,
Half Japanese,
The Music Machine,
Bill Near,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry's Kids,
Amazonics,
The Offenders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABC,
Blancmange,
Aloha Tigers,
David McCallum,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Make Up,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faraquet,
Bobby Sherman,
Porter Ricks,
Mandrill,
X-102,
Joyce Sims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Zero Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bluetip,
Connie Case,
Jacques Brel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ponytail,
Dennis Brown,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lakeside,
Section 25,
Charles Mingus,
Agitation Free,
John Lydon,
The Kinks,
Oneida,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Malaria!,
The United States of America,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unwound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Sheep,
Scan 7,
Skriet,
Sixth Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
L. Decosne,
Yusef Lateef,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.