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 Poland and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rakim to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Swans,
Funky Four + One,
Essential Logic,
Nils Olav,
Rakim,
Motorama,
Boz Scaggs,
Delta 5,
The Happenings,
Quantec,
Bill Wells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cal Tjader,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Jawbox,
Drexciya,
Bill Near,
Spoonie Gee,
Moebius,
X-102,
Wolf Eyes,
Thompson Twins,
Accadde A,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Foxx,
Scion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cheater Slicks,
Anakelly,
Q65,
Funkadelic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slackers,
New York Dolls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cowsills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Count Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Infiniti,
The Angels of Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Smooth,
Pagans,
The Index,
Stiv Bators,
David Axelrod,
Fatback Band,
Lungfish,
The Smoke,
Duran Duran,
Max Romeo,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.