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 Suriname and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Todd Rundgren to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Sixth Finger,
Colin Newman,
ABC,
The Count Five,
The Kinks,
Spandau Ballet,
Television,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mars,
Dual Sessions,
Barrington Levy,
World's Most,
Jeff Lynne,
Sandy B,
the Normal,
The Cowsills,
Dennis Brown,
Sällskapet,
This Heat,
K-Klass,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Bourne,
The Remains,
Connie Case,
Cal Tjader,
The Fugs,
Eric Copeland,
X-102,
New Age Steppers,
The Monks,
Trumans Water,
The Tremeloes,
Darondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Skriet,
New Order,
Pagans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantytec,
The Beau Brummels,
Technova,
The Index,
The Gladiators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Qualms,
The United States of America,
Audionom,
Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rotary Connection,
Mantronix,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sound Behaviour,
Rapeman,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.