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 Azerbaijan and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Surgeon to the techno 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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare,
The Invisible,
Lower 48,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New York Dolls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Khruangbin,
The Sonics,
OOIOO,
Davy DMX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tres Demented,
Popol Vuh,
Ronnie Foster,
The Angels of Light,
The American Breed,
David Axelrod,
Schoolly D,
The Walker Brothers,
Audionom,
Sun Ra,
Mars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Vladislav Delay,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Victims,
Faraquet,
Fatback Band,
Kayak,
Can,
Joyce Sims,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Green,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Silicon Teens,
The Tremeloes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flipper,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül II,
Eden Ahbez,
H. Thieme,
Howard Jones,
June Days,
Dark Day,
The Kinks,
Fugazi,
The Black Dice,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T. Rex,
Fat Boys,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.