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 Morocco 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rap 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Selecter,
Derrick Morgan,
Lindisfarne,
Suicide,
Motorama,
R.M.O.,
Circle Jerks,
Darondo,
The Human League,
Public Enemy,
Susan Cadogan,
Fela Kuti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Essential Logic,
Mark Hollis,
Symarip,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joyce Sims,
Sällskapet,
Zapp,
Marine Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moby Grape,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cowsills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra,
The Sonics,
Davy DMX,
The Mummies,
Flash Fearless,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Terry,
Steve Hackett,
Youth Brigade,
The Pretty Things,
The Move,
Duran Duran,
Peter & Gordon,
Nas,
Lungfish,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Copeland,
Piero Umiliani,
Average White Band,
Jeff Mills,
Skaos,
Deepchord,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Masters at Work,
Man Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tres Demented,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bizarre Inc.,
10cc,
Gichy Dan,
Gabor Szabo,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.