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 Slovakia and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 The Detroit Cobras to the disco 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Trumans Water,
One Last Wish,
Nico,
the Normal,
Babytalk,
Flipper,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magma,
Faust,
Archie Shepp,
The J.B.'s,
Malaria!,
Chris & Cosey,
the Sonics,
The Techniques,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barrington Levy,
Charles Mingus,
Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q65,
Crime,
Camouflage,
Tears for Fears,
Black Sheep,
The Moody Blues,
Royal Trux,
This Heat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Hill,
Grauzone,
Barry Ungar,
Monolake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sonics,
June of 44,
Skriet,
Barclay James Harvest,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pole,
Gil Scott Heron,
Althea and Donna,
Ossler,
Organ,
Y Pants,
R.M.O.,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Raincoats,
The Modern Lovers,
The Kinks,
Godley & Creme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reuben Wilson,
Deadbeat,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.