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 Malta and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Negative Approach to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Royal Trux,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Bourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
R.M.O.,
New Age Steppers,
Junior Murvin,
Agent Orange,
Average White Band,
U.S. Maple,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scrapy,
Ultravox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Connie Case,
Sarah Menescal,
Arcadia,
ABBA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Essential Logic,
Black Flag,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pere Ubu,
Malaria!,
Lungfish,
Symarip,
Mandrill,
Con Funk Shun,
The Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Index,
The United States of America,
The Dead C,
June Days,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bronski Beat,
Moby Grape,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Panda Bear,
Pulsallama,
Scion,
Parry Music,
Brick,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Sherman,
X-101,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kenny Larkin,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Halsall,
The Wake,
Henry Cow,
kango's stein massive,
Newcleus,
Pole,
Flipper,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.