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 Zimbabwe and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
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 rhodes 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 Shuggie Otis to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Spandau Ballet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brick,
The Associates,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maurizio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Cameo,
Lou Christie,
Ultravox,
The Misunderstood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Arcadia,
Fluxion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hoover,
David Axelrod,
Infiniti,
Marmalade,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul II Soul,
Lebanon Hanover,
Basic Channel,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronnie Foster,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Leaves,
The Doors,
Funkadelic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scion,
The Count Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Ken Boothe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oneida,
Intrusion,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-102,
Davy DMX,
Steve Hackett,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faust,
The Fugs,
Warsaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
Arthur Verocai,
Ohio Players,
Desert Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Leonard Cohen,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.