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 Seychelles and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Arthur Verocai to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Warsaw,
Lalann,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharoah Sanders,
In Retrospect,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hoover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tubeway Army,
The Motions,
Chrome,
Index,
Matthew Halsall,
Toni Rubio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sex Pistols,
Clear Light,
Delta 5,
Animal Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hardrive,
John Holt,
The Five Americans,
The Doors,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Y Pants,
Boredoms,
Newcleus,
Yusef Lateef,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Section 25,
Funky Four + One,
EPMD,
Marmalade,
Peter & Gordon,
Royal Trux,
Ituana,
The Searchers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gun Club,
Tom Boy,
Livin' Joy,
U.S. Maple,
The Monks,
L. Decosne,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Mills,
the Bar-Kays,
Byron Stingily,
Ten City,
Guru Guru,
Reuben Wilson,
Silicon Teens,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.