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 Peru and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Funky Four + One to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
John Cale,
Zapp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fat Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Donny Hathaway,
Rotary Connection,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Organ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gap Band,
Qualms,
The Dead C,
Ultravox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neu!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ken Boothe,
Excepter,
The Victims,
Eric Dolphy,
Sixth Finger,
Lakeside,
Pharoah Sanders,
Letta Mbulu,
The Evens,
UT,
Mars,
AZ,
Susan Cadogan,
The Black Dice,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alphaville,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television Personalities,
Flash Fearless,
The Kinks,
10cc,
E-Dancer,
The Sound,
The Angels of Light,
The Fall,
Oblivians,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Talk Talk,
Yellowson,
Prince Buster,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Green,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.