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 Turkmenistan and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Shadows of Knight to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
New York Dolls,
Ponytail,
Wasted Youth,
Whodini,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Holt,
Ohio Players,
The Fuzztones,
Animal Collective,
Alton Ellis,
MC5,
Patti Smith,
Quadrant,
Ronnie Foster,
K-Klass,
Deadbeat,
The Real Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Erasure,
Sällskapet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masters at Work,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yellowson,
Ten City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Evens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monks,
The Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dennis Brown,
Quantec,
Pere Ubu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Fraelich,
The Stooges,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donald Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Make Up,
Subhumans,
Iggy Pop,
Groovy Waters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Piero Umiliani,
Terry Callier,
The Neon Judgement,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minny Pops,
The Kinks,
Adolescents,
Boredoms,
Icehouse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.