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 Monaco and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Faust to the grunge 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Pretty Things,
Loose Ends,
Gong,
John Coltrane,
David McCallum,
Adolescents,
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television Personalities,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
JFA,
Neu!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Make Up,
EPMD,
Whodini,
Gichy Dan,
Soul II Soul,
Moss Icon,
The Shadows of Knight,
T. Rex,
Barbara Tucker,
Bauhaus,
Skarface,
Deadbeat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Panda Bear,
The Star Department,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bush Tetras,
Boredoms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lungfish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Motions,
The Fugs,
Slick Rick,
Flipper,
The Neon Judgement,
Fluxion,
Tres Demented,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Associates,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Neil Young,
The Litter,
Moebius,
Patti Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Buzzcocks,
Siglo XX,
The Tremeloes,
Trumans Water,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brass Construction,
Television,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.