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 Vietnam and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the grunge 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Bill Wells,
Skarface,
China Crisis,
Niagra,
Lungfish,
June of 44,
Barry Ungar,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Terry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chrome,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
Q and Not U,
the Human League,
Roxy Music,
The Pretty Things,
The Human League,
The Black Dice,
Half Japanese,
Organ,
Nico,
Bobby Womack,
Flamin' Groovies,
Godley & Creme,
The Slits,
Deakin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül II,
The Grass Roots,
Harmonia,
The Moody Blues,
Terry Callier,
UT,
the Fania All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
Pole,
Eden Ahbez,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cramps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul II Soul,
The Invisible,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Moon,
Cymande,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deadbeat,
Wolf Eyes,
Das Ding,
The Victims,
Kayak,
The Residents,
The Mojo Men,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.