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 Equatorial Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Model 500 to the funk 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doobie Brothers,
JFA,
The Standells,
Donald Byrd,
The Dead C,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gladiators,
John Foxx,
Camberwell Now,
Bad Manners,
Erykah Badu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joey Negro,
The Monks,
Dawn Penn,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zero Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Suicide,
Sparks,
Spoonie Gee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cameo,
Ronnie Foster,
Pere Ubu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fugs,
Infiniti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Lynne,
Yellowson,
John Cale,
This Heat,
Pierre Henry,
Black Pus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grey Daturas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Organ,
Interpol,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Gabor Szabo,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Popol Vuh,
Crime,
Blossom Toes,
Public Enemy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Görl,
Rakim,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.