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 United States and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonic Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Bluetip,
The Trojans,
Whodini,
Neu!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Alarm Clocks,
Michelle Simonal,
Cybotron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Happenings,
Soft Machine,
Angry Samoans,
The Golliwogs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Leonard Cohen,
Wasted Youth,
Faust,
Technova,
Eddi Front,
Deadbeat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yellowson,
Altered Images,
the Association,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Beau Brummels,
Kurtis Blow,
Roger Hodgson,
Anakelly,
Chris Corsano,
Nik Kershaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick May,
The Gories,
John Lydon,
Delta 5,
Popol Vuh,
10cc,
Mars,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Sherman,
Juan Atkins,
Ten City,
The Motions,
Rakim,
Fear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Little Man,
Crooked Eye,
Kayak,
Sandy B,
Morten Harket,
Audionom,
Minny Pops,
The Walker Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Piero Umiliani,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.