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 Cuba and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Starr,
The Angels of Light,
Monolake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warsaw,
Harmonia,
Audionom,
Prince Buster,
Tom Boy,
Hardrive,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fall,
Siglo XX,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang of Four,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Fraelich,
Piero Umiliani,
Tropical Tobacco,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Flag,
Michelle Simonal,
Desert Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Animal Collective,
The Saints,
Can,
Pulsallama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Smog,
The Slackers,
Scion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Carl Craig,
The Motions,
Barbara Tucker,
Darondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aural Exciters,
48th St. Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Leaves,
Suicide,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mojo Men,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.