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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Martian to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Drexciya,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Saccharine Trust,
Rod Modell,
Janne Schatter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Evens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Darondo,
Glenn Branca,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mighty Diamonds,
Smog,
Lalo Schifrin,
cv313,
Subhumans,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
Simply Red,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cowsills,
Gang of Four,
The Smiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
Yaz,
Ornette Coleman,
Massinfluence,
Yellowson,
The Martian,
Interpol,
OOIOO,
Flash Fearless,
Radiohead,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra,
Chrome,
H. Thieme,
Man Eating Sloth,
DNA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed,
The Gun Club,
Cymande,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris Corsano,
The Tremeloes,
the Association,
The Dirtbombs,
Oneida,
Yazoo,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doors,
James White and The Blacks,
Grauzone,
Carl Craig,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.