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 Seychelles 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 The Smoke 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Machine,
Motorama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mark Hollis,
Black Pus,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monochrome Set,
Vainqueur,
The Wake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
AZ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Nils Olav,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Moon,
Siglo XX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Howard Jones,
T. Rex,
Pagans,
The Pretty Things,
Agent Orange,
Pantaleimon,
Pussy Galore,
kango's stein massive,
Angry Samoans,
The Dead C,
48th St. Collective,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül II,
The Martian,
Camberwell Now,
Barrington Levy,
Desert Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
China Crisis,
The Moleskins,
Idris Muhammad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Ludus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jandek,
Fat Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Skriet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.