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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 Heaven 17 to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir 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?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Nik Kershaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Hill,
The Motions,
Todd Terry,
UT,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ponytail,
Cybotron,
Pantytec,
Hot Snakes,
Hardrive,
The Stooges,
Black Sheep,
New York Dolls,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scion,
Pet Shop Boys,
The New Christs,
Boredoms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
Colin Newman,
This Heat,
Vainqueur,
Kurtis Blow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suburban Knight,
The Techniques,
Anthony Braxton,
John Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter and Kerry,
Newcleus,
Sällskapet,
Agitation Free,
Reuben Wilson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unrelated Segments,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül,
Dark Day,
Whodini,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harmonia,
China Crisis,
Audionom,
Terry Callier,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Dolphy,
Desert Stars,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.