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 Tuvalu and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe 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 Easy Going to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Human League,
Rakim,
The Smoke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sandy B,
Suicide,
Surgeon,
Warsaw,
Newcleus,
DJ Sneak,
Neu!,
Mo-Dettes,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABBA,
ABC,
Jandek,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Raincoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Barrington Levy,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
10cc,
The American Breed,
Zapp,
Skarface,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Christie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pop Group,
R.M.O.,
New York Dolls,
Grey Daturas,
H. Thieme,
Ten City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pole,
Ohio Players,
Iggy Pop,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlback,
Subhumans,
The Searchers,
Public Enemy,
the Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Lynne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.