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 Ghana 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Boogie Down Productions to the punk 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Masters at Work,
Janne Schatter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Techniques,
World's Most,
The Misunderstood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Remains,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Don Cherry,
Absolute Body Control,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cramps,
Nils Olav,
Vladislav Delay,
The Leaves,
UT,
David Bowie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Tremeloes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magazine,
Von Mondo,
Country Teasers,
The Cowsills,
The Monochrome Set,
Livin' Joy,
The Beau Brummels,
Flash Fearless,
Skarface,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Danielle Patucci,
Youth Brigade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slits,
Average White Band,
The Searchers,
Agent Orange,
Stiv Bators,
Royal Trux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scion,
Thee Headcoats,
Connie Case,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amazonics,
Moss Icon,
Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.