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 Burundi and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Nirvana to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Susan Cadogan,
Icehouse,
Funky Four + One,
Infiniti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Toni Rubio,
The Human League,
Ossler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oneida,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cluster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cameo,
The Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Misunderstood,
Massinfluence,
Average White Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yusef Lateef,
The Victims,
Index,
Excepter,
the Normal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crime,
Peter & Gordon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cheater Slicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sex Pistols,
The Cramps,
Lalo Schifrin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Darondo,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Bananas,
Rufus Thomas,
Terry Callier,
Basic Channel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Toasters,
Half Japanese,
U.S. Maple,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ludus,
Duran Duran,
Metal Thangz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wire,
Leonard Cohen,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.