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 Turkmenistan and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Alice Coltrane to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Kerri Chandler,
The Names,
Deakin,
Franke,
Soul II Soul,
Scan 7,
Saccharine Trust,
Tubeway Army,
Icehouse,
Nils Olav,
Tom Boy,
The Neon Judgement,
Boz Scaggs,
Television Personalities,
Harmonia,
The Last Poets,
DNA,
Anthony Braxton,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Surgeon,
Letta Mbulu,
Liliput,
Ossler,
Fear,
Flash Fearless,
The Zeros,
Faraquet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Germs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aaron Thompson,
Davy DMX,
Rufus Thomas,
Godley & Creme,
Wolf Eyes,
Dead Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
K-Klass,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cowsills,
Rakim,
ABBA,
the Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Steve Hackett,
Black Bananas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bob Dylan,
The Doors,
Ralphi Rosario,
Buzzcocks,
Amazonics,
Cameo,
Scientists,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mark Hollis,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.