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 Bangladesh and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the crunk 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Organ,
The Doors,
Mad Mike,
Section 25,
Porter Ricks,
The Mojo Men,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Average White Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sixth Finger,
Silicon Teens,
World's Most,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mandrill,
Joey Negro,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Music Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Little Man,
Dennis Brown,
Ten City,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Near,
Shoche,
Pere Ubu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stereo Dub,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lindisfarne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minutemen,
The Walker Brothers,
The Techniques,
In Retrospect,
Rufus Thomas,
The Birthday Party,
Visage,
The Monochrome Set,
H. Thieme,
The Slackers,
Prince Buster,
Roxy Music,
The Gap Band,
The Mummies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Panda Bear,
Bauhaus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
E-Dancer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.