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 Morocco 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 The Fugs to the grunge 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Faust,
Sällskapet,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick May,
Delta 5,
Bobby Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Carl Craig,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faraquet,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Starr,
The Fugs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Human League,
Shoche,
Basic Channel,
Adolescents,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masters at Work,
Country Teasers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Icehouse,
Ossler,
Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
Nas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiohead,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tom Boy,
The Trojans,
Harmonia,
Japan,
Eric Dolphy,
Scan 7,
Neil Young,
Quando Quango,
Aural Exciters,
Soul II Soul,
D'Angelo,
Lindisfarne,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
K-Klass,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funky Four + One,
Subhumans,
Anakelly,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grauzone,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.