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 Korea North and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Bill Wells to the techno 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian 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?
Fluxion,
The Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Terry Callier,
Harry Pussy,
Yazoo,
Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry's Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Vogues,
Accadde A,
The Cramps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ituana,
Derrick Morgan,
The Golliwogs,
Clear Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mojo Men,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Litter,
Michelle Simonal,
Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Grass Roots,
Hot Snakes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minny Pops,
Neu!,
DJ Style,
Freddie Wadling,
Dawn Penn,
Fatback Band,
Funky Four + One,
Infiniti,
The Black Dice,
Excepter,
Bill Near,
Carl Craig,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spoonie Gee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kurtis Blow,
Groovy Waters,
Gichy Dan,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül,
Gerry Rafferty,
H. Thieme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Joe Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.