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 Yemen and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Moss Icon to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Banda Bassotti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mandrill,
Newcleus,
Radio Birdman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Hill,
The Count Five,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faust,
Althea and Donna,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kaleidoscope,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Busters,
Erasure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skriet,
Liliput,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Don Cherry,
Spandau Ballet,
Dawn Penn,
Skarface,
Animal Collective,
The Zeros,
Malaria!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dead Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Görl,
Quantec,
China Crisis,
Tears for Fears,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slave,
Aloha Tigers,
John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Style,
Lakeside,
Nirvana,
The Blues Magoos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q65,
Mission of Burma,
Little Man,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.