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 South Africa 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the funk 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Bronski Beat,
Smog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Pus,
Urselle,
Marvin Gaye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Danielle Patucci,
Swell Maps,
Negative Approach,
Freddie Wadling,
Darondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Bananas,
H. Thieme,
Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Loose Ends,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Piero Umiliani,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Terrestrial Tones,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Move,
Kayak,
The Dead C,
The Human League,
Arab on Radar,
David McCallum,
Bill Near,
Gang of Four,
Dead Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Accadde A,
Duran Duran,
MDC,
Sun Ra,
Deakin,
L. Decosne,
Lindisfarne,
Magma,
Newcleus,
The Kinks,
Silicon Teens,
The Young Rascals,
Brick,
Popol Vuh,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lower 48,
Monolake,
Sam Rivers,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.