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 Bhutan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Donny Hathaway,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flash Fearless,
Procol Harum,
The Divine Comedy,
R.M.O.,
Eden Ahbez,
Kenny Larkin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Section 25,
Radio Birdman,
Archie Shepp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
ABBA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lungfish,
Connie Case,
Skarface,
The Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiohead,
Masters at Work,
John Holt,
Livin' Joy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cowsills,
Scan 7,
The Smoke,
Lightning Bolt,
Mandrill,
Kas Product,
The Invisible,
Bronski Beat,
Unrelated Segments,
The Techniques,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joy Division,
John Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Pet Shop Boys,
Simply Red,
La Düsseldorf,
Inner City,
Bill Wells,
Prince Buster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tres Demented,
Suicide,
The Fugs,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.