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 East Timor and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Young Marble Giants to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Real Kids,
Schoolly D,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Sonics,
The New Christs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed,
Negative Approach,
Nico,
FM Einheit,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Osbourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Aswad,
Cluster,
Eurythmics,
The Residents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Isaac Hayes,
Maurizio,
A Certain Ratio,
Brothers Johnson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dark Day,
KRS-One,
Roxette,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sparks,
Cymande,
Malaria!,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siglo XX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Hill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agent Orange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Black Dice,
Harmonia,
Pulsallama,
Royal Trux,
Buzzcocks,
Faraquet,
The Doors,
Junior Murvin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gichy Dan,
Brand Nubian,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wasted Youth,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.