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 Nicaragua and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grunge 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
the Human League,
Aswad,
Wally Richardson,
Skaos,
Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Evens,
Liliput,
Faraquet,
Pagans,
Yazoo,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Technova,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultravox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hot Snakes,
Boredoms,
Audionom,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Connie Case,
Bang On A Can,
The Fall,
kango's stein massive,
The Fugs,
Thompson Twins,
Patti Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Sarah Menescal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Litter,
Rekid,
Mandrill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Supertramp,
Cymande,
Moss Icon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lakeside,
Cluster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Groovy Waters,
the Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Nik Kershaw,
Malaria!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Wells,
David McCallum,
Harmonia,
David Axelrod,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.