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 Spokane.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Hardrive to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
The Move,
Brand Nubian,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deakin,
Negative Approach,
Sugar Minott,
Bauhaus,
The Moody Blues,
Harpers Bizarre,
Underground Resistance,
Television Personalities,
D'Angelo,
Trumans Water,
Joensuu 1685,
Chrome,
Theoretical Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dennis Brown,
48th St. Collective,
Youth Brigade,
Black Moon,
the Association,
H. Thieme,
Can,
Babytalk,
Charles Mingus,
Archie Shepp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Von Mondo,
Patti Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Porter Ricks,
Brick,
Albert Ayler,
Wire,
Lyres,
Skarface,
Little Man,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aloha Tigers,
Accadde A,
Groovy Waters,
The Misunderstood,
Cymande,
Fad Gadget,
Malaria!,
Derrick Morgan,
Cluster,
Susan Cadogan,
Pierre Henry,
the Slits,
Soul II Soul,
The Pop Group,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dave Gahan,
Faraquet,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.