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 Germany and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the dance 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
James White and The Blacks,
JFA,
Godley & Creme,
Wolf Eyes,
Fad Gadget,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Motorama,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Teasers,
The Divine Comedy,
FM Einheit,
Babytalk,
Aloha Tigers,
PIL,
Dave Gahan,
David Axelrod,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy Collins,
Reuben Wilson,
Warren Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Howard Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
Masters at Work,
Donald Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Franke,
Isaac Hayes,
Dennis Brown,
Fat Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moleskins,
Smog,
Goldenarms,
Newcleus,
The Gladiators,
Agent Orange,
Barrington Levy,
The Barracudas,
The Gories,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deepchord,
Cheater Slicks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Standells,
Carl Craig,
X-101,
Tres Demented,
Mission of Burma,
Pierre Henry,
The Victims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Technova,
June Days,
Little Man,
The Star Department,
Clear Light,
Flash Fearless,
cv313,
Max Romeo,
Alton Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.