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 Mauritania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nation of Ulysses to the disco 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Minnie Riperton,
Infiniti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heaven 17,
Cybotron,
Lakeside,
Joensuu 1685,
The Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Mills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Axelrod,
Colin Newman,
The Gories,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bad Manners,
Scion,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Enemy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Last Poets,
Ice-T,
Tubeway Army,
Wire,
Ronnie Foster,
Easy Going,
Deadbeat,
David Bowie,
The Selecter,
The Gladiators,
The Doors,
Harry Pussy,
The Monks,
Scrapy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare,
Joy Division,
Zapp,
The Dead C,
Wally Richardson,
Bob Dylan,
John Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Zeros,
Jandek,
Erasure,
The J.B.'s,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Underground Resistance,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Womack,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.