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 Chad and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Faust to the rap 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Ornette Coleman,
The Neon Judgement,
Hot Snakes,
Cybotron,
Isaac Hayes,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Little Man,
Q and Not U,
Todd Rundgren,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grauzone,
ABC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Trumans Water,
The Modern Lovers,
Loose Ends,
Boredoms,
Soul II Soul,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Clear Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warren Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Organ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Royal Trux,
Minutemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alice Coltrane,
Icehouse,
John Cale,
Simply Red,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blake Baxter,
Aaron Thompson,
Kas Product,
Interpol,
Crash Course in Science,
Godley & Creme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minnie Riperton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Max Romeo,
The Invisible,
Sister Nancy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dave Clark Five,
48th St. Collective,
This Heat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Ten City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.