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 Afghanistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Harmonia to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Drexciya,
Yaz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Silicon Teens,
Fluxion,
Depeche Mode,
Fifty Foot Hose,
FM Einheit,
Au Pairs,
Derrick Morgan,
Davy DMX,
Organ,
Cameo,
Radio Birdman,
Main Source,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marine Girls,
Brick,
The Pop Group,
Lower 48,
Vainqueur,
The Doors,
Second Layer,
Matthew Bourne,
Tom Boy,
Hardrive,
Skaos,
John Foxx,
Saccharine Trust,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Görl,
Wasted Youth,
The New Christs,
June of 44,
D'Angelo,
Judy Mowatt,
Junior Murvin,
Cluster,
The Grass Roots,
Henry Cow,
Fatback Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pretty Things,
Kurtis Blow,
Rotary Connection,
Ultra Naté,
Ronnie Foster,
Faraquet,
Mr. Review,
The Sound,
ABC,
Lalann,
Surgeon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Sheep,
Alphaville,
The Last Poets,
Bizarre Inc.,
Inner City,
Howard Jones,
Blake Baxter,
Josef K,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.