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 Cuba and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Livin' Joy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Connie Case,
Eric Copeland,
Bluetip,
Banda Bassotti,
Juan Atkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eurythmics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mummies,
Can,
Heaven 17,
The Slits,
Arcadia,
Marmalade,
Harmonia,
Erykah Badu,
Man Parrish,
Zero Boys,
Graham Central Station,
China Crisis,
Bill Wells,
La Düsseldorf,
D'Angelo,
Clear Light,
Massinfluence,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Pere Ubu,
B.T. Express,
Eve St. Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harry Pussy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Schoolly D,
The Standells,
Tommy Roe,
Buzzcocks,
Guru Guru,
Ice-T,
Faraquet,
The Victims,
U.S. Maple,
Bob Dylan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
48th St. Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Desert Stars,
Dark Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brand Nubian,
The Gladiators,
The Saints,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.