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 United States 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 D'Angelo to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Sneak,
Pylon,
Yusef Lateef,
The Evens,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Wyatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Pere Ubu,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Swans,
Half Japanese,
Q65,
The Skatalites,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Move,
The Gladiators,
Laurel Aitken,
Malaria!,
Brick,
Warsaw,
Minny Pops,
The Velvet Underground,
Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barry Ungar,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deakin,
Nik Kershaw,
Basic Channel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
OOIOO,
James White and The Blacks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mummies,
Glenn Branca,
Maurizio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Birthday Party,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Green,
Howard Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slits,
Technova,
Matthew Halsall,
Donald Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vainqueur,
Nas,
Urselle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.