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 Belize and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Skatalites,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Trumans Water,
Moby Grape,
Crooked Eye,
John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Clear Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brick,
Lindisfarne,
Alphaville,
Harmonia,
Deakin,
Bob Dylan,
Howard Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Brothers Johnson,
48th St. Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skarface,
The Fortunes,
Japan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hot Snakes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Guru Guru,
Eve St. Jones,
Delta 5,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Enemy,
Audionom,
David McCallum,
The Seeds,
Sparks,
the Association,
Michelle Simonal,
Funky Four + One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Sandy B,
Little Man,
The Victims,
Scientists,
Faraquet,
Stetsasonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Tremeloes,
Fluxion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Niagra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Massinfluence,
Ponytail,
Symarip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.