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 Kenya and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
Barrington Levy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Altered Images,
Arthur Verocai,
Ponytail,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy Collins,
Connie Case,
The Moleskins,
World's Most,
The Mummies,
Crooked Eye,
Skarface,
DJ Style,
Supertramp,
The Associates,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Interpol,
Slick Rick,
Soul II Soul,
Audionom,
Simply Red,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tres Demented,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Byron Stingily,
Peter & Gordon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul Sonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Half Japanese,
D'Angelo,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monochrome Set,
The J.B.'s,
The Searchers,
the Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Rundgren,
Goldenarms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry's Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Real Kids,
Second Layer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dual Sessions,
Quadrant,
10cc,
Black Flag,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Technova,
Mad Mike,
EPMD,
John Lydon,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.