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 East Timor and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the disco 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chrome,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Little Man,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dennis Brown,
John Holt,
PIL,
Ice-T,
Robert Hood,
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The Star Department,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hoover,
Malaria!,
Gang of Four,
The Stooges,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Smog,
One Last Wish,
The Saints,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Hill,
The J.B.'s,
James White and The Blacks,
Infiniti,
Average White Band,
Nico,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mummies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Young Marble Giants,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smoke,
Tubeway Army,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fugs,
The Five Americans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Bang On A Can,
Swell Maps,
Roxy Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Iggy Pop,
Radiohead,
Roxette,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Birthday Party,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Enemy,
Brass Construction,
Soft Cell,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.