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 Kazakhstan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marmalade to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roger Hodgson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cramps,
The Vogues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lee Hazlewood,
JFA,
Jawbox,
Tim Buckley,
Circle Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Stooges,
Black Bananas,
Agitation Free,
Swell Maps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scion,
Peter & Gordon,
Sex Pistols,
Metal Thangz,
James White and The Blacks,
Kas Product,
Eddi Front,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerrie Biddell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang of Four,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moody Blues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Freddie Wadling,
In Retrospect,
Brass Construction,
Todd Rundgren,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alphaville,
the Bar-Kays,
Zapp,
The Moleskins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yaz,
Ronnie Foster,
Rekid,
Lou Christie,
Anthony Braxton,
Ten City,
La Düsseldorf,
UT,
OOIOO,
Soulsonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Fraelich,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.