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 Niger and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Sandy B to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Drive Like Jehu,
Urselle,
Anthony Braxton,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fugazi,
Sandy B,
Bill Wells,
Livin' Joy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Holt,
a-ha,
Joy Division,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television Personalities,
Lower 48,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Max Romeo,
Jacob Miller,
Rotary Connection,
Royal Trux,
Peter & Gordon,
Severed Heads,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Connie Case,
Cymande,
Soulsonic Force,
Procol Harum,
Colin Newman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smoke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Pus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arcadia,
Joe Finger,
Quantec,
Half Japanese,
K-Klass,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Move,
Al Stewart,
Ronan,
The Associates,
The Blackbyrds,
Scientists,
Barrington Levy,
Minor Threat,
This Heat,
Marine Girls,
Pantytec,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultravox,
Little Man,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monks,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.