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 Iraq 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quantec to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going 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?
ABBA,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Invisible,
The Walker Brothers,
The Saints,
Au Pairs,
Ituana,
Hashim,
Chris Corsano,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter & Gordon,
Blancmange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mantronix,
Jacques Brel,
Sound Behaviour,
Bluetip,
The Monks,
The Vogues,
K-Klass,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Halsall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Susan Cadogan,
L. Decosne,
Cluster,
The Moleskins,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stereo Dub,
The Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Erykah Badu,
Gichy Dan,
Amazonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Index,
T. Rex,
Oblivians,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minny Pops,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pylon,
The Young Rascals,
Yusef Lateef,
Underground Resistance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Ultra Naté,
David McCallum,
The Beau Brummels,
Fear,
Guru Guru,
Soulsonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cecil Taylor,
Scan 7,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.