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 East Timor and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Holger Czukay 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 JFA to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick Morgan,
Cal Tjader,
Quando Quango,
Godley & Creme,
These Immortal Souls,
Skaos,
Talk Talk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Adolescents,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dark Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scratch Acid,
The Residents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hashim,
Suicide,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sparks,
Black Flag,
ABC,
Maleditus Sound,
E-Dancer,
Angry Samoans,
The Blues Magoos,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Moon,
Country Teasers,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nik Kershaw,
The Move,
Fear,
Scrapy,
Kas Product,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Pus,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris Corsano,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skriet,
Icehouse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
The Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxette,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.