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 Honduras and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mantronix to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs 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 disco 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 a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Roxette,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers,
Drexciya,
Josef K,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marmalade,
Anakelly,
Severed Heads,
Radiohead,
Anthony Braxton,
Flipper,
Gong,
Robert Hood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arcadia,
Bobby Byrd,
Little Man,
Sun Ra,
MC5,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young,
David McCallum,
X-101,
Simply Red,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Standells,
New York Dolls,
The Smoke,
The Offenders,
Albert Ayler,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cure,
Yaz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gap Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Grass Roots,
Ossler,
Qualms,
Lebanon Hanover,
The United States of America,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Gories,
Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Techniques,
Chris Corsano,
The New Christs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Easy Going,
Lucky Dragons,
Spoonie Gee,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.