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 Japan and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Gang Gang Dance 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Ultra Naté,
A Certain Ratio,
Wings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crash Course in Science,
Stetsasonic,
World's Most,
Pylon,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxette,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Christie,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moody Blues,
Flash Fearless,
T.S.O.L.,
Juan Atkins,
This Heat,
Eli Mardock,
Mission of Burma,
Easy Going,
Can,
Graham Central Station,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Machine,
The Motions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dirtbombs,
David McCallum,
Joe Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
John Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
Al Stewart,
Pantaleimon,
Zero Boys,
Black Moon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sex Pistols,
The Walker Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Livin' Joy,
Max Romeo,
The Fortunes,
Drexciya,
Mr. Review,
Essential Logic,
Mars,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Move,
Aloha Tigers,
X-101,
New Age Steppers,
Ten City,
UT,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.