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 Lithuania and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Danielle Patucci to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
Minnie Riperton,
Los Fastidios,
The Wake,
Neu!,
Buzzcocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric B and Rakim,
MC5,
The Techniques,
MDC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thompson Twins,
Nico,
Moss Icon,
Livin' Joy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sugar Minott,
The Angels of Light,
the Association,
Delta 5,
Icehouse,
Siglo XX,
Jerry's Kids,
John Holt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gabor Szabo,
Fat Boys,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Starr,
Pulsallama,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boogie Down Productions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Mills,
Freddie Wadling,
Au Pairs,
Nick Fraelich,
kango's stein massive,
U.S. Maple,
David Axelrod,
The Searchers,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moleskins,
the Sonics,
Wings,
Hoover,
T.S.O.L.,
Steve Hackett,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blues Magoos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.