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 Belgium and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faust,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spandau Ballet,
New York Dolls,
Harmonia,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Age Steppers,
Youth Brigade,
Jawbox,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Icehouse,
the Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gabor Szabo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Eden Ahbez,
Alton Ellis,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra,
Lower 48,
Sonic Youth,
L. Decosne,
The Smiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deadbeat,
Clear Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantaleimon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
World's Most,
Sam Rivers,
Scrapy,
the Germs,
The Evens,
Barbara Tucker,
The United States of America,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Surgeon,
Rod Modell,
The Grass Roots,
Crime,
Tom Boy,
Erasure,
Ken Boothe,
Soul II Soul,
The Shadows of Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.