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 Kenya and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Lakeside to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Wasted Youth,
Supertramp,
Cecil Taylor,
Pierre Henry,
the Sonics,
Echospace,
Y Pants,
Bob Dylan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reagan Youth,
Fluxion,
Eden Ahbez,
Sällskapet,
Wings,
The Velvet Underground,
The United States of America,
Fear,
Porter Ricks,
The Selecter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television,
Cymande,
Erasure,
LL Cool J,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flipper,
Slave,
MC5,
Isaac Hayes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
Don Cherry,
Panda Bear,
Nico,
Rapeman,
a-ha,
The Last Poets,
Mark Hollis,
The Barracudas,
Skriet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Niagra,
Mantronix,
Qualms,
The Tremeloes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Hood,
Roger Hodgson,
Hardrive,
Pussy Galore,
Trumans Water,
Dark Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mars,
Pagans,
Davy DMX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.