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 Uruguay and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mighty Diamonds to the funk 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Swans,
The Cramps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stetsasonic,
Slick Rick,
Ohio Players,
Ultravox,
Minor Threat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moby Grape,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Surgeon,
Second Layer,
F. McDonald,
Newcleus,
Depeche Mode,
Lower 48,
The Last Poets,
Babytalk,
the Slits,
The Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Cal Tjader,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deepchord,
Swell Maps,
Slave,
Crime,
Siglo XX,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra,
Urselle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sonics,
Symarip,
Trumans Water,
The Motions,
Man Parrish,
Neu!,
The Associates,
Marmalade,
Infiniti,
The Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Suicide,
The Moleskins,
Aswad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Searchers,
The J.B.'s,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Germs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
ABBA,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.