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 Slovenia and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deepchord to the crunk 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Kaleidoscope,
The Leaves,
Tom Boy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grauzone,
Qualms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Music Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Loose Ends,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Alison Limerick,
The Blackbyrds,
Nirvana,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Association,
Con Funk Shun,
Los Fastidios,
Angry Samoans,
Piero Umiliani,
Lungfish,
Panda Bear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agitation Free,
Black Moon,
The Misunderstood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The J.B.'s,
Schoolly D,
The Monks,
Gang of Four,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-101,
Babytalk,
Radiohead,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lindisfarne,
Scrapy,
Yusef Lateef,
Marvin Gaye,
Cluster,
Nick Fraelich,
Unwound,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra,
Echospace,
H. Thieme,
Outsiders,
Bobby Womack,
The Kinks,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.