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 Suriname and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nick Fraelich to the dance 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Niagra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ohio Players,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Don Cherry,
The Toasters,
Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gories,
Yazoo,
Mr. Review,
The Blues Magoos,
the Germs,
David Bowie,
the Normal,
Crime,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
D'Angelo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
World's Most,
Banda Bassotti,
Surgeon,
Bobby Byrd,
Flipper,
The Angels of Light,
Lindisfarne,
Y Pants,
Deepchord,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry's Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Symarip,
Derrick Morgan,
Alton Ellis,
The Last Poets,
the Bar-Kays,
Basic Channel,
Hoover,
The American Breed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Pagans,
Deakin,
DJ Style,
Eddi Front,
Fear,
Loose Ends,
The Tremeloes,
Shoche,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultravox,
Minnie Riperton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.