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 Indonesia and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grunge 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Donny Hathaway,
X-101,
Joey Negro,
Urselle,
Au Pairs,
Nils Olav,
X-102,
Mad Mike,
Howard Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Music Machine,
Wire,
Severed Heads,
EPMD,
David Bowie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pole,
Visage,
La Düsseldorf,
Harmonia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Graham Central Station,
Althea and Donna,
Ornette Coleman,
Tubeway Army,
Joensuu 1685,
Funkadelic,
Erykah Badu,
Rosa Yemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jawbox,
Piero Umiliani,
The American Breed,
The Raincoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mummies,
10cc,
Slick Rick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Hill,
Kerri Chandler,
the Slits,
Nico,
Avey Tare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Schoolly D,
Lightning Bolt,
Hot Snakes,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.