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 Thailand and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nation of Ulysses to the jazz 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Oblivians,
Slave,
Juan Atkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Pere Ubu,
Khruangbin,
The Associates,
Erykah Badu,
Lightning Bolt,
Soulsonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
Dead Boys,
ABC,
Symarip,
Rod Modell,
Pulsallama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rites of Spring,
The Divine Comedy,
The Velvet Underground,
Alphaville,
Procol Harum,
Davy DMX,
Crispian St. Peters,
OOIOO,
John Cale,
The Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Pole,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantaleimon,
Outsiders,
Bauhaus,
The Techniques,
Junior Murvin,
Rufus Thomas,
In Retrospect,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Barracudas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Hill,
The Searchers,
Barbara Tucker,
Fad Gadget,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agent Orange,
Marmalade,
Spoonie Gee,
Maleditus Sound,
Drexciya,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nas,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.