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 East Timor and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 New Age Steppers to the rap 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Animal Collective,
Eurythmics,
The Martian,
The Gap Band,
Sun City Girls,
Monks,
New Order,
The Move,
Robert Hood,
Adolescents,
Little Man,
Fear,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warsaw,
Tubeway Army,
The Smoke,
Procol Harum,
Ultra Naté,
Accadde A,
JFA,
Livin' Joy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ken Boothe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mandrill,
The Modern Lovers,
The Saints,
Scan 7,
The Vogues,
Boredoms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Birthday Party,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Simply Red,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wire,
The Monochrome Set,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fatback Band,
Glenn Branca,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mission of Burma,
Neu!,
Jandek,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Laurel Aitken,
KRS-One,
Skaos,
Qualms,
Deepchord,
Schoolly D,
Easy Going,
Albert Ayler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Evens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.