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 Barbados and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tubeway Army to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Sarah Menescal,
The Angels of Light,
Eurythmics,
Blake Baxter,
Skaos,
Ice-T,
Lucky Dragons,
DNA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
The Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ituana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mark Hollis,
Stetsasonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Deakin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Womack,
Buzzcocks,
The Young Rascals,
Gichy Dan,
Piero Umiliani,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anakelly,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mars,
Tommy Roe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ten City,
Malaria!,
Yaz,
Moss Icon,
The Techniques,
Joe Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shuggie Otis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Loose Ends,
Pylon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Adolescents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Normal,
Sound Behaviour,
Grey Daturas,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.