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 Ethiopia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Whodini to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Model 500,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerri Chandler,
Motorama,
Idris Muhammad,
The Buckinghams,
Y Pants,
Von Mondo,
The Gap Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Faraquet,
The Move,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Hill,
Michelle Simonal,
Wings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agitation Free,
Laurel Aitken,
48th St. Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
New York Dolls,
The Smoke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sight & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Pagans,
Toni Rubio,
Black Pus,
The Saints,
Mary Jane Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Radio Birdman,
Archie Shepp,
The New Christs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suburban Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantaleimon,
The Sound,
Crime,
Desert Stars,
Hot Snakes,
World's Most,
Matthew Bourne,
Stereo Dub,
Kas Product,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Visage,
Vainqueur,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.