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 Croatia and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Cal Tjader,
Deadbeat,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronnie Foster,
The Real Kids,
Suicide,
The Cramps,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Absolute Body Control,
Tears for Fears,
Davy DMX,
Erasure,
Animal Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Lynne,
Marine Girls,
Essential Logic,
Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Pole,
Don Cherry,
Sun City Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Patti Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Wire,
Eric Copeland,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Wake,
Agitation Free,
The Beau Brummels,
June Days,
Theoretical Girls,
Darondo,
The Angels of Light,
cv313,
Porter Ricks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eurythmics,
The Residents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sam Rivers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.