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 South Africa and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tim Buckley to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warsaw,
Oneida,
Spandau Ballet,
LL Cool J,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Prince Buster,
Kenny Larkin,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fad Gadget,
The Offenders,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roger Hodgson,
Rekid,
Ultra Naté,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minutemen,
Harmonia,
Easy Going,
The Dirtbombs,
The Seeds,
The Human League,
Wire,
The American Breed,
Livin' Joy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cecil Taylor,
Fugazi,
Nico,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Pus,
Ronnie Foster,
Brick,
The Gun Club,
Stetsasonic,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bauhaus,
Silicon Teens,
Faraquet,
Mantronix,
Tim Buckley,
Second Layer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
U.S. Maple,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Holt,
Matthew Halsall,
Ice-T,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Groovy Waters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Franke,
The Grass Roots,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.