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 Malta and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Suicide to the funk 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Gun Club,
Crash Course in Science,
Panda Bear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
This Heat,
Bobby Sherman,
Warren Ellis,
The Busters,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool Moe Dee,
June Days,
Sugar Minott,
Mars,
Iggy Pop,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Circle Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül II,
Youth Brigade,
Malaria!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Wells,
Oneida,
Metal Thangz,
The Stooges,
Pantaleimon,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker,
Anthony Braxton,
Maurizio,
The Dirtbombs,
Gichy Dan,
Audionom,
New York Dolls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Trumans Water,
The American Breed,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blossom Toes,
Cal Tjader,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Moon,
Joy Division,
X-Ray Spex,
Desert Stars,
The Victims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
Sixth Finger,
U.S. Maple,
Brass Construction,
Bronski Beat,
Essential Logic,
Darondo,
Cybotron,
Tears for Fears,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.