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 Indonesia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Skatalites,
Slave,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Stooges,
Camouflage,
Urselle,
The Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magazine,
Judy Mowatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Wake,
Sex Pistols,
Kerri Chandler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thee Headcoats,
Underground Resistance,
Alton Ellis,
Black Pus,
Bill Wells,
John Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Main Source,
Radio Birdman,
Hoover,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deakin,
Aswad,
Todd Terry,
Todd Rundgren,
Half Japanese,
Wasted Youth,
Kayak,
Joensuu 1685,
Bad Manners,
The Kinks,
Agitation Free,
Connie Case,
KRS-One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skarface,
Parry Music,
The Young Rascals,
Average White Band,
Swans,
Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
Ken Boothe,
Vainqueur,
Mark Hollis,
The Moody Blues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kurtis Blow,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.