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 Spain and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Vainqueur to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
Icehouse,
Josef K,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Main Source,
Pylon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shuggie Otis,
Aswad,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Minny Pops,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers,
Cybotron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alice Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Howard Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cluster,
Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
Fluxion,
Peter and Kerry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Style,
Matthew Bourne,
Pussy Galore,
Grauzone,
The Birthday Party,
Clear Light,
Crash Course in Science,
X-102,
Alison Limerick,
Shoche,
Lightning Bolt,
The Buckinghams,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonic Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monolake,
Scion,
Y Pants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slits,
Adolescents,
Black Flag,
The Toasters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalo Schifrin,
Little Man,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.