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 Korea North and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Mad Mike to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suburban Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
James White and The Blacks,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonic Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pylon,
The Fire Engines,
The Names,
Sparks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ohio Players,
Nas,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cure,
The Grass Roots,
Dark Day,
Saccharine Trust,
The Walker Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
The Selecter,
Flipper,
Outsiders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Adolescents,
Pole,
the Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Con Funk Shun,
The Zeros,
Radiohead,
The Move,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bad Manners,
Sällskapet,
Chrome,
Roxy Music,
Camberwell Now,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Human League,
R.M.O.,
the Slits,
The United States of America,
The Toasters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Image Ltd.,
Make Up,
The Moleskins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lightning Bolt,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.