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 Houston.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slits,
Quando Quango,
Robert Wyatt,
Janne Schatter,
Franke,
Roxy Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mandrill,
Lindisfarne,
Talk Talk,
Gregory Isaacs,
EPMD,
Bobby Byrd,
Ponytail,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erykah Badu,
Blossom Toes,
Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Oneida,
DJ Style,
Banda Bassotti,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Sneak,
Vainqueur,
Drexciya,
David McCallum,
Ken Boothe,
Sonic Youth,
Monks,
The Smiths,
10cc,
The Selecter,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Christie,
The Pop Group,
ABC,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fortunes,
One Last Wish,
Gong,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Green,
The Associates,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter and Kerry,
E-Dancer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Popol Vuh,
Essential Logic,
Basic Channel,
Gichy Dan,
Wasted Youth,
Anakelly,
The Modern Lovers,
The Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.