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 Cuba and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Barrington Levy to the rap 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bauhaus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Osbourne,
Trumans Water,
DNA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ludus,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Icehouse,
ABBA,
Mission of Burma,
LL Cool J,
The Detroit Cobras,
Negative Approach,
Youth Brigade,
Ituana,
Jandek,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Smog,
Joe Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minny Pops,
Porter Ricks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cheater Slicks,
Saccharine Trust,
Agitation Free,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Desert Stars,
Rod Modell,
The Fortunes,
Motorama,
Infiniti,
Darondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronan,
The Pop Group,
Marine Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anakelly,
The Zeros,
The Selecter,
Massinfluence,
Bill Near,
Gabor Szabo,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.