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 Fiji 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 ABC 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
D'Angelo,
Brothers Johnson,
H. Thieme,
Grauzone,
Adolescents,
Brass Construction,
Cal Tjader,
Ohio Players,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Style,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rekid,
Eurythmics,
Cybotron,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Görl,
Skriet,
Alphaville,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mandrill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacob Miller,
The J.B.'s,
Slave,
Tres Demented,
Rod Modell,
Goldenarms,
Panda Bear,
Porter Ricks,
cv313,
The Neon Judgement,
The Wake,
Nick Fraelich,
Curtis Mayfield,
B.T. Express,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quando Quango,
Saccharine Trust,
Zero Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
The Skatalites,
The Kinks,
Bill Wells,
Darondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hashim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blossom Toes,
Public Enemy,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Byrd,
The Pop Group,
Mantronix,
The United States of America,
Fat Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vainqueur,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.