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 Moldova and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
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 linndrum 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 Black Moon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Amon Düül,
The Tremeloes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rod Modell,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Duran Duran,
Susan Cadogan,
The Zeros,
K-Klass,
The Red Krayola,
Marine Girls,
Nico,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Toasters,
Derrick Morgan,
Porter Ricks,
Max Romeo,
Unrelated Segments,
Underground Resistance,
Rotary Connection,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Ludus,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eddi Front,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The United States of America,
Moss Icon,
Public Enemy,
The Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Dennis Brown,
cv313,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Frankie Knuckles,
Popol Vuh,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Mills,
John Lydon,
Organ,
Eurythmics,
Marmalade,
The Busters,
Radio Birdman,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suicide,
Barrington Levy,
Average White Band,
Hoover,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.