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 Jamaica and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Deepchord to the dance 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Gladiators,
The Doobie Brothers,
MC5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultra Naté,
Kas Product,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Depeche Mode,
Desert Stars,
DJ Sneak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Raincoats,
Half Japanese,
Vladislav Delay,
The Barracudas,
Peter and Kerry,
Clear Light,
Scion,
Marvin Gaye,
Judy Mowatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
FM Einheit,
Rhythm & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Chris Corsano,
Blancmange,
The Last Poets,
Model 500,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June Days,
Erasure,
The Smoke,
B.T. Express,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
One Last Wish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Duran Duran,
Surgeon,
Public Enemy,
The Black Dice,
Ludus,
Ornette Coleman,
Colin Newman,
Mars,
Pagans,
Motorama,
Erykah Badu,
Minor Threat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Trojans,
World's Most,
Soul Sonic Force,
Japan,
Toni Rubio,
The Remains,
the Germs,
Vainqueur,
Icehouse,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.