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 Taiwan and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Soft Cell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Q65,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultravox,
Pharoah Sanders,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Star Department,
The Victims,
Television Personalities,
Kool Moe Dee,
Albert Ayler,
Massinfluence,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Happenings,
Eli Mardock,
Ken Boothe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alton Ellis,
Neu!,
Peter and Kerry,
Sparks,
EPMD,
Terry Callier,
Nico,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cowsills,
Glenn Branca,
Bronski Beat,
Underground Resistance,
The Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Almond,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxy Music,
The Red Krayola,
Alphaville,
H. Thieme,
Niagra,
Arcadia,
Cal Tjader,
Agitation Free,
Masters at Work,
Carl Craig,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smoke,
Average White Band,
Whodini,
The Gories,
Vladislav Delay,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fluxion,
Lightning Bolt,
John Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Kas Product,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.