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 Manchester.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Lakeside,
the Bar-Kays,
Quantec,
Reuben Wilson,
The Evens,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Interpol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Christie,
Iggy Pop,
Schoolly D,
Nick Fraelich,
Supertramp,
Ultravox,
Kenny Larkin,
Roger Hodgson,
Joensuu 1685,
Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Audionom,
Gregory Isaacs,
Connie Case,
Sex Pistols,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Stooges,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
John Holt,
Negative Approach,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
L. Decosne,
David Bowie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delta 5,
Scratch Acid,
Fugazi,
The Dead C,
The Cramps,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ludus,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quadrant,
Steve Hackett,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Josef K,
Brass Construction,
UT,
Funkadelic,
Todd Terry,
Kaleidoscope,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.