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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Finger,
The Cowsills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Piero Umiliani,
Agitation Free,
Wolf Eyes,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy Collins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Make Up,
Faust,
The Move,
Radio Birdman,
Jacob Miller,
The Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Barracudas,
MDC,
Don Cherry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minny Pops,
One Last Wish,
Stiv Bators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erykah Badu,
The Pretty Things,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
PIL,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heaven 17,
48th St. Collective,
Aural Exciters,
The Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gories,
The Zeros,
Kas Product,
Byron Stingily,
John Holt,
The Pop Group,
The Young Rascals,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monochrome Set,
Thompson Twins,
Cameo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Japan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lower 48,
Michelle Simonal,
Drexciya,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.