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 Ecuador and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Japan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Malaria!,
Pagans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter & Gordon,
X-102,
Lalo Schifrin,
Porter Ricks,
The Sonics,
B.T. Express,
Robert Görl,
Motorama,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABBA,
Rites of Spring,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronan,
Radiohead,
The Music Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anthony Braxton,
X-Ray Spex,
The Selecter,
The Monochrome Set,
Ituana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blancmange,
Cheater Slicks,
Juan Atkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Finger,
The Cramps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Symarip,
The Real Kids,
Chrome,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bauhaus,
Faraquet,
Mo-Dettes,
Groovy Waters,
Warren Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacob Miller,
Scientists,
Bluetip,
Derrick May,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül II,
Qualms,
Public Enemy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neu!,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.