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 Dominica and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Bootsy Collins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Rekid,
Babytalk,
Thompson Twins,
The Real Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Eli Mardock,
Blancmange,
Monks,
D'Angelo,
Angry Samoans,
The Pretty Things,
Talk Talk,
The J.B.'s,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Martian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ossler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Görl,
Erykah Badu,
Mars,
The Knickerbockers,
Yusef Lateef,
cv313,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül II,
Funkadelic,
The Buckinghams,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fear,
Jawbox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monochrome Set,
Shuggie Otis,
Ponytail,
Juan Atkins,
Harmonia,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fat Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang of Four,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultimate Spinach,
Steve Hackett,
Deepchord,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Bush Tetras,
The Searchers,
Archie Shepp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Music Machine,
Can,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.