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 Sri Lanka and from New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Terrestrial Tones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-Ray Spex,
Khruangbin,
Quantec,
Goldenarms,
Qualms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young,
DJ Style,
Ituana,
Smog,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dirtbombs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Image Ltd.,
Model 500,
Prince Buster,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Absolute Body Control,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Icehouse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slackers,
Q and Not U,
The American Breed,
Yazoo,
The Divine Comedy,
Scan 7,
Frankie Knuckles,
E-Dancer,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joyce Sims,
Surgeon,
Dennis Brown,
John Lydon,
Franke,
Swans,
Masters at Work,
The Vogues,
The Leaves,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry's Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacques Brel,
The Gun Club,
Boz Scaggs,
MC5,
CMW,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.