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 Ecuador and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sällskapet to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Carl Craig,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Lydon,
Tim Buckley,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mars,
Agent Orange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy Collins,
Fela Kuti,
UT,
Harry Pussy,
The Fugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
F. McDonald,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crime,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blake Baxter,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cowsills,
Intrusion,
Drexciya,
Von Mondo,
John Holt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neu!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Urselle,
Swell Maps,
Marmalade,
Monolake,
The Gun Club,
Tears for Fears,
Sixth Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Bar-Kays,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Kinks,
The Sonics,
Grauzone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deadbeat,
The Human League,
Unwound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Altered Images,
Black Moon,
Saccharine Trust,
World's Most,
Supertramp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.