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 United Kingdom and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arab on Radar to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Popol Vuh,
Lower 48,
Buzzcocks,
Fatback Band,
David Axelrod,
Cecil Taylor,
The Misunderstood,
In Retrospect,
Brass Construction,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monks,
Ludus,
Outsiders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
OOIOO,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moleskins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Main Source,
Animal Collective,
The Gladiators,
Banda Bassotti,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Womack,
Colin Newman,
Flipper,
Stetsasonic,
Franke,
Royal Trux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Schoolly D,
Lalann,
Pulsallama,
Agent Orange,
Radiohead,
Tommy Roe,
Sugar Minott,
Fad Gadget,
John Coltrane,
Nirvana,
Stereo Dub,
Don Cherry,
The Smoke,
Lucky Dragons,
Magma,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gories,
Q65,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Wells,
Warsaw,
Neu!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.