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 China and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick May,
Anthony Braxton,
Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Maurizio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Searchers,
The Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Residents,
Sonic Youth,
Darondo,
Basic Channel,
Thee Headcoats,
Guru Guru,
Massinfluence,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
U.S. Maple,
The Slackers,
Susan Cadogan,
Junior Murvin,
Easy Going,
Soft Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Görl,
The Dirtbombs,
Steve Hackett,
David McCallum,
Motorama,
Sound Behaviour,
John Foxx,
Newcleus,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Copeland,
Half Japanese,
Zero Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Janne Schatter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Robert Hood,
Infiniti,
Heaven 17,
The Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Faraquet,
The Wake,
Jandek,
Lalann,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chrome,
Black Bananas,
K-Klass,
Todd Rundgren,
Liliput,
Interpol,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.