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 Mongolia and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mad Mike,
Sister Nancy,
Aural Exciters,
John Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Clear Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Excepter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oneida,
Kerrie Biddell,
Essential Logic,
JFA,
The Gories,
cv313,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare,
Japan,
Desert Stars,
Albert Ayler,
The Grass Roots,
Ludus,
The Fuzztones,
Althea and Donna,
The Velvet Underground,
Brass Construction,
Nick Fraelich,
Trumans Water,
The Litter,
the Association,
The Count Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dark Day,
Scion,
Circle Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Das Ding,
Laurel Aitken,
Isaac Hayes,
Cluster,
Arab on Radar,
The Music Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moby Grape,
In Retrospect,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blancmange,
Public Enemy,
Robert Görl,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.