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 Uganda and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the funk 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül,
Harry Pussy,
The Litter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mummies,
Fugazi,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Lydon,
Matthew Halsall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harmonia,
The Fall,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lyres,
The Alarm Clocks,
Malaria!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Y Pants,
Howard Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Dead Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Au Pairs,
Duran Duran,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ice-T,
Radiohead,
Suburban Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Black Dice,
Fort Wilson Riot,
H. Thieme,
Mandrill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Erasure,
Slick Rick,
Mr. Review,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Terry,
Graham Central Station,
The Divine Comedy,
Yazoo,
The Index,
48th St. Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
Drexciya,
Rakim,
Cybotron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joensuu 1685,
Model 500,
Sugar Minott,
Kerri Chandler,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.