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 Kosovo and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Brass Construction to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Agent Orange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kaleidoscope,
T. Rex,
The Cowsills,
Fela Kuti,
Groovy Waters,
Yellowson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-Ray Spex,
The Saints,
Scientists,
Archie Shepp,
Soul Sonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wings,
Scrapy,
48th St. Collective,
Man Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pierre Henry,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Clarke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Man Eating Sloth,
Urselle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rapeman,
Marvin Gaye,
Royal Trux,
the Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Symarip,
Neu!,
The Remains,
Anthony Braxton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minutemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Near,
Animal Collective,
10cc,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang of Four,
Sarah Menescal,
World's Most,
Amazonics,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Easy Going,
MC5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gladiators,
Derrick May,
Gang Green,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.