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 Colombia and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Average White Band to the techno 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The Cramps,
T. Rex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Essential Logic,
Slick Rick,
Darondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Underground Resistance,
Connie Case,
The Names,
Boredoms,
The Shadows of Knight,
K-Klass,
Skarface,
Television Personalities,
Lucky Dragons,
New Age Steppers,
Dennis Brown,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eve St. Jones,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonic Youth,
Desert Stars,
Nas,
Mo-Dettes,
Goldenarms,
Lightning Bolt,
Mark Hollis,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Görl,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Bar-Kays,
Index,
The Fortunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Knickerbockers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Last Poets,
The American Breed,
Neu!,
Gong,
Bobby Womack,
Public Enemy,
Skriet,
Rotary Connection,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Holt,
Gerry Rafferty,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Wells,
Sparks,
Crooked Eye,
Model 500,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.