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 Iraq and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Holger Czukay 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 Dave Clark Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Offenders,
Minor Threat,
ABBA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül,
DNA,
Young Marble Giants,
Amazonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Kaleidoscope,
Drexciya,
Section 25,
Hasil Adkins,
Royal Trux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Severed Heads,
Audionom,
The Mummies,
Stereo Dub,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Junior Murvin,
B.T. Express,
Au Pairs,
AZ,
The Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
X-Ray Spex,
F. McDonald,
Excepter,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronan,
The Kinks,
Charles Mingus,
Little Man,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alphaville,
The Wake,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yusef Lateef,
Marmalade,
The Golliwogs,
Albert Ayler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.