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 Afghanistan and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grime 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Public Enemy,
Lou Christie,
Trumans Water,
Connie Case,
Boz Scaggs,
Ossler,
Rakim,
Sun Ra,
Television Personalities,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxette,
The Raincoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maurizio,
Altered Images,
ABC,
Lower 48,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arab on Radar,
The Walker Brothers,
Yazoo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wire,
The Monochrome Set,
Barrington Levy,
the Normal,
Excepter,
Josef K,
Todd Rundgren,
Marshall Jefferson,
Outsiders,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mummies,
Echospace,
Blancmange,
Freddie Wadling,
Aaron Thompson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Colin Newman,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Junior Murvin,
Alice Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Pet Shop Boys,
Audionom,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dark Day,
DNA,
Newcleus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marvin Gaye,
Vladislav Delay,
Sound Behaviour,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Real Kids,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.