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 Micronesia and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
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 organ 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 Cal Tjader to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Can,
This Heat,
Essential Logic,
Angry Samoans,
The Martian,
Ice-T,
One Last Wish,
the Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
The Tremeloes,
Arcadia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arab on Radar,
Hot Snakes,
Scientists,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronnie Foster,
the Swans,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Hill,
Hoover,
Rod Modell,
Bob Dylan,
John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Khruangbin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeru the Damaja,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Morten Harket,
The Standells,
Derrick Morgan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pulsallama,
The Kinks,
Pantaleimon,
Kas Product,
Cluster,
Yaz,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dirtbombs,
Bush Tetras,
Suicide,
48th St. Collective,
Ponytail,
Drexciya,
Erasure,
Stereo Dub,
Interpol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Silicon Teens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Bananas,
Scratch Acid,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.