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 Comoros and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Goldenarms to the jazz 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Chrome,
Avey Tare,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Enemy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cecil Taylor,
David Bowie,
Mad Mike,
Goldenarms,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül II,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
AZ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Starr,
Derrick May,
Tommy Roe,
Bronski Beat,
Swans,
CMW,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Charles Mingus,
The Motions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Television,
Camouflage,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry's Kids,
Loose Ends,
Michelle Simonal,
Nik Kershaw,
Skriet,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ituana,
Index,
Mr. Review,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Leaves,
The Fuzztones,
K-Klass,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
Iggy Pop,
Dead Boys,
Malaria!,
China Crisis,
Nick Fraelich,
Nils Olav,
Livin' Joy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.