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 Luxembourg and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slick Rick to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Mr. Review,
Tears for Fears,
The Stooges,
Robert Görl,
The Searchers,
The Moleskins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cowsills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sandy B,
Jeff Mills,
Sam Rivers,
Fela Kuti,
Smog,
Black Bananas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agitation Free,
Anakelly,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hoover,
Lungfish,
The Move,
Scratch Acid,
Thee Headcoats,
The Litter,
Rites of Spring,
U.S. Maple,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül,
Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Symarip,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül II,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Drexciya,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
Colin Newman,
Crooked Eye,
Minor Threat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
LL Cool J,
Monolake,
the Slits,
The Music Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zero Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sister Nancy,
Bush Tetras,
One Last Wish,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.