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 Togo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Morten Harket,
Jacques Brel,
Groovy Waters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nik Kershaw,
Brand Nubian,
Mr. Review,
The Birthday Party,
June Days,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Darondo,
Funkadelic,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare,
Robert Görl,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Babytalk,
Hasil Adkins,
Arab on Radar,
The Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Foxx,
MC5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The New Christs,
Carl Craig,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ken Boothe,
Wire,
Tres Demented,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Martian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Can,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gories,
10cc,
The Gladiators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maurizio,
Minnie Riperton,
Oblivians,
Subhumans,
Barry Ungar,
Panda Bear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crash Course in Science,
New Age Steppers,
Pantaleimon,
kango's stein massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blossom Toes,
Fat Boys,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.