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 Estonia and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Khruangbin to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
ABBA,
Maleditus Sound,
David Bowie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang of Four,
Dorothy Ashby,
Adolescents,
the Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kas Product,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flipper,
Groovy Waters,
The Slackers,
K-Klass,
Bob Dylan,
Connie Case,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Busters,
Fugazi,
Oneida,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crash Course in Science,
Average White Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agent Orange,
L. Decosne,
Robert Hood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monolake,
Sixth Finger,
Y Pants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tim Buckley,
Accadde A,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mary Jane Girls,
B.T. Express,
Moss Icon,
Make Up,
Mandrill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
kango's stein massive,
Inner City,
Gabor Szabo,
Popol Vuh,
One Last Wish,
Duran Duran,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jawbox,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.