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 Bahamas and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the punk 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Wolf Eyes,
the Human League,
Faraquet,
DJ Sneak,
The Index,
Q65,
These Immortal Souls,
CMW,
Lou Christie,
Drexciya,
Bill Near,
The Monks,
Quando Quango,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Swans,
Jandek,
Infiniti,
Matthew Halsall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
10cc,
Duran Duran,
Desert Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Minor Threat,
June Days,
Jerry's Kids,
David McCallum,
Maurizio,
Warren Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Delta 5,
Fear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare,
Procol Harum,
Carl Craig,
Stereo Dub,
Inner City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Real Kids,
Bush Tetras,
Camouflage,
Jacques Brel,
The Trojans,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Starr,
Pagans,
Aaron Thompson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wire,
Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Searchers,
Qualms,
Brick,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.