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 Uruguay and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mandrill,
Chris & Cosey,
Ohio Players,
Underground Resistance,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra,
Ronan,
Hardrive,
Scion,
The Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül II,
Drexciya,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Procol Harum,
Crash Course in Science,
Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Warsaw,
Joy Division,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masters at Work,
Dual Sessions,
The Trojans,
Scratch Acid,
Pierre Henry,
Darondo,
Slave,
Tim Buckley,
Skaos,
The American Breed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Görl,
Howard Jones,
Minutemen,
Joe Finger,
LL Cool J,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agent Orange,
Brick,
Soul II Soul,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Raincoats,
The Saints,
Grauzone,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pop Group,
Television Personalities,
Hashim,
R.M.O.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Silicon Teens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Clear Light,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.