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 Germany and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Ornette Coleman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Liliput,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
cv313,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lyres,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gun Club,
Funkadelic,
Deepchord,
Lalann,
Aaron Thompson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
kango's stein massive,
Infiniti,
Ornette Coleman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Halsall,
The American Breed,
Main Source,
ABBA,
Howard Jones,
Von Mondo,
Mark Hollis,
Babytalk,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
K-Klass,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Popol Vuh,
Delta 5,
Chris Corsano,
The Fuzztones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siglo XX,
Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Davy DMX,
The Sound,
Duran Duran,
Chrome,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Franke,
Depeche Mode,
The Slits,
Ronan,
Sparks,
Mars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül II,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun City Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABC,
Rufus Thomas,
Sällskapet,
Organ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Graham Central Station,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.