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 Armenia and from New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Chris Corsano to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments 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?
Todd Rundgren,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Inner City,
Accadde A,
Blancmange,
The Monochrome Set,
Sixth Finger,
The Gories,
Moss Icon,
Joensuu 1685,
Interpol,
The Gap Band,
Goldenarms,
Mr. Review,
Traffic Nightmare,
10cc,
DNA,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yellowson,
Soulsonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Anthony Braxton,
EPMD,
World's Most,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Wells,
Judy Mowatt,
Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
Mad Mike,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Clarke,
Scion,
Bill Near,
Fatback Band,
The Residents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Popol Vuh,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monks,
Ice-T,
The Doors,
the Association,
Ronnie Foster,
Unwound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dirtbombs,
Loose Ends,
Easy Going,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Skarface,
X-102,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.