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 Hungary and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Robert Palmer 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 Mo-Dettes to the jazz 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stetsasonic,
L. Decosne,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiohead,
June Days,
Crash Course in Science,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Outsiders,
The Victims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brass Construction,
Banda Bassotti,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül II,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skriet,
Pylon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q and Not U,
The Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funkadelic,
Graham Central Station,
The Moleskins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sarah Menescal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cymande,
Cameo,
Ornette Coleman,
Anthony Braxton,
The Invisible,
Deepchord,
Aural Exciters,
The Moody Blues,
New York Dolls,
Scan 7,
MC5,
Laurel Aitken,
U.S. Maple,
Livin' Joy,
Cecil Taylor,
James White and The Blacks,
The Misunderstood,
Pierre Henry,
Hasil Adkins,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Duran Duran,
Bad Manners,
Guru Guru,
Wally Richardson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Goldenarms,
Harmonia,
Pulsallama,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.