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 Thailand and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Eddi Front to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick Morgan,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doors,
Drexciya,
Sugar Minott,
Funky Four + One,
Au Pairs,
Underground Resistance,
Babytalk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sam Rivers,
Fluxion,
Heaven 17,
Con Funk Shun,
New Order,
Jandek,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Circle Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
MDC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Coltrane,
The Martian,
Blossom Toes,
In Retrospect,
Clear Light,
Main Source,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Lydon,
OOIOO,
Outsiders,
Blancmange,
The Wake,
Warsaw,
Josef K,
Sun City Girls,
F. McDonald,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wings,
Robert Hood,
Iggy Pop,
The United States of America,
Unwound,
The Cowsills,
Arab on Radar,
Scion,
The Skatalites,
Toni Rubio,
Terry Callier,
Zapp,
Harmonia,
Pole,
Joy Division,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Last Poets,
a-ha,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.