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 East Timor and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Pantaleimon to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Sällskapet,
Harmonia,
Black Flag,
Vainqueur,
Angry Samoans,
Agitation Free,
Grey Daturas,
AZ,
The Busters,
kango's stein massive,
Ludus,
Sex Pistols,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erykah Badu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sound Behaviour,
Cameo,
Desert Stars,
X-101,
Jeff Mills,
Marmalade,
Josef K,
Aaron Thompson,
Archie Shepp,
Sam Rivers,
Flash Fearless,
Blancmange,
Bad Manners,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moss Icon,
Faust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faraquet,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultravox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Dolphy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jandek,
Lindisfarne,
Rufus Thomas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Schoolly D,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Howard Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
Yaz,
E-Dancer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Toasters,
Joensuu 1685,
Cymande,
The United States of America,
Joy Division,
Main Source,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.