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 Tanzania and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Chrome 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
a-ha,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minnie Riperton,
The Golliwogs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Moon,
Wasted Youth,
Ten City,
Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Lower 48,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
Panda Bear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Foxx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marine Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiohead,
UT,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Dark Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nas,
Scientists,
Goldenarms,
Moby Grape,
The American Breed,
Monks,
The Wake,
Marshall Jefferson,
Franke,
Loose Ends,
R.M.O.,
The Tremeloes,
Index,
Yusef Lateef,
Scion,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Standells,
The Monks,
Sandy B,
Half Japanese,
Erasure,
The Grass Roots,
Brothers Johnson,
The Index,
Babytalk,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Görl,
Quando Quango,
Y Pants,
Flash Fearless,
the Germs,
Unwound,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.