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 Macedonia and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 David Axelrod 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
The Mummies,
The Invisible,
The Doors,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick May,
The Moody Blues,
Royal Trux,
Dennis Brown,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monolake,
Fad Gadget,
Mad Mike,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alice Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Angels of Light,
Minutemen,
Index,
The Raincoats,
Eve St. Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Age Steppers,
This Heat,
Heaven 17,
Hot Snakes,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hardrive,
The Gories,
Sarah Menescal,
Eddi Front,
Rufus Thomas,
Ten City,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alphaville,
China Crisis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
kango's stein massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delta 5,
New York Dolls,
The Real Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sonics,
B.T. Express,
The J.B.'s,
Outsiders,
Tubeway Army,
James White and The Blacks,
Masters at Work,
Average White Band,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.