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 Sierra Leone and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vladislav Delay,
Index,
Delta 5,
Depeche Mode,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
K-Klass,
Alphaville,
Funkadelic,
The Names,
Hot Snakes,
The United States of America,
Mission of Burma,
China Crisis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rufus Thomas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Green,
Scientists,
Pulsallama,
Black Flag,
Outsiders,
Black Bananas,
Scion,
Graham Central Station,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lightning Bolt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra,
Faust,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Bronski Beat,
Eddi Front,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warsaw,
Oneida,
ABBA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Simply Red,
Stereo Dub,
David Bowie,
Max Romeo,
Rosa Yemen,
Rotary Connection,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lower 48,
Fluxion,
Kas Product,
Bobby Womack,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maleditus Sound,
Prince Buster,
Second Layer,
The Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.