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 Costa Rica and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Bobby Byrd to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Oneida,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kurtis Blow,
The Count Five,
Scion,
Bobby Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Mo-Dettes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bronski Beat,
Cecil Taylor,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Wells,
Dual Sessions,
Camouflage,
Chris & Cosey,
The United States of America,
Laurel Aitken,
Technova,
The Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lightning Bolt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Darondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Stooges,
Moss Icon,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moody Blues,
Scratch Acid,
The Slackers,
Dark Day,
Hardrive,
Derrick Morgan,
The Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Cale,
Visage,
Siglo XX,
Ice-T,
Dawn Penn,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Motions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alison Limerick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brass Construction,
The Remains,
The Angels of Light,
Joyce Sims,
Excepter,
Nirvana,
Duran Duran,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fad Gadget,
Freddie Wadling,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.