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 Romania 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Donald Byrd to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Rotary Connection,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young,
The Moleskins,
Supertramp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Beau Brummels,
Alice Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pole,
Soul II Soul,
New York Dolls,
The Misunderstood,
Alphaville,
The Gories,
John Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Aloha Tigers,
The Red Krayola,
Malaria!,
The Dead C,
Faraquet,
Monks,
MC5,
Cheater Slicks,
Franke,
Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Toasters,
Dead Boys,
Newcleus,
Negative Approach,
Roger Hodgson,
Minor Threat,
Clear Light,
Altered Images,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Starr,
The Names,
Kerrie Biddell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rites of Spring,
Mars,
Smog,
Judy Mowatt,
Hardrive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kaleidoscope,
Interpol,
New Age Steppers,
Maleditus Sound,
Royal Trux,
Neu!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anakelly,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pagans,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.