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 Kuwait and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 The Slackers to the dance 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Blossom Toes,
Curtis Mayfield,
DNA,
Henry Cow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-102,
Kevin Saunderson,
Das Ding,
Aural Exciters,
Spandau Ballet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter & Gordon,
The Motions,
Au Pairs,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Evens,
OOIOO,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Clarke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Iggy Pop,
Flipper,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Rod Modell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warsaw,
The Raincoats,
a-ha,
Cybotron,
Agitation Free,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Siglo XX,
Toni Rubio,
LL Cool J,
Magma,
Faust,
Leonard Cohen,
Lungfish,
Can,
Skriet,
Gang of Four,
Pylon,
DJ Style,
Josef K,
Buzzcocks,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers,
The Misunderstood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
Anakelly,
The Fall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.