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 Netherlands and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Soulsonic Force 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Dolphy,
Spandau Ballet,
Lyres,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Jandek,
The J.B.'s,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Porter Ricks,
Y Pants,
Kerri Chandler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q65,
John Cale,
Radiohead,
Desert Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
Rites of Spring,
L. Decosne,
The Invisible,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Busters,
Anthony Braxton,
Fluxion,
The New Christs,
Section 25,
Lalann,
The Count Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Simply Red,
Siglo XX,
New York Dolls,
Harmonia,
The Gories,
Little Man,
Camouflage,
David Axelrod,
Zapp,
Pylon,
Man Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Visage,
Unwound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reagan Youth,
Tres Demented,
Jeru the Damaja,
Josef K,
The Grass Roots,
Infiniti,
Warsaw,
Oblivians,
Joey Negro,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.