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 Malawi and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 David Bowie 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 The Vogues to the electroclash 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Busters,
Rod Modell,
Country Teasers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terrestrial Tones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy Collins,
Lower 48,
Anakelly,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aural Exciters,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül,
Malaria!,
The Gun Club,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Hill,
Trumans Water,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ice-T,
Lindisfarne,
Wire,
Tres Demented,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
FM Einheit,
Simply Red,
Donald Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scion,
Todd Rundgren,
Los Fastidios,
Qualms,
a-ha,
Cecil Taylor,
New York Dolls,
Quantec,
The Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Boredoms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Angels of Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lyres,
Depeche Mode,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sonics,
Babytalk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Birthday Party,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Desert Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Kurtis Blow,
Alphaville,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.