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 Bologna.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Archie Shepp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fela Kuti,
Black Pus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Inner City,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Frankie Knuckles,
Graham Central Station,
EPMD,
Boz Scaggs,
Parry Music,
the Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Camberwell Now,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joy Division,
Shoche,
H. Thieme,
Faust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sound,
JFA,
Bush Tetras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Five Americans,
Brass Construction,
Vainqueur,
Agent Orange,
Marvin Gaye,
The Durutti Column,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hashim,
Sonic Youth,
L. Decosne,
Eric B and Rakim,
UT,
Wasted Youth,
Don Cherry,
The Moleskins,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cowsills,
Glenn Branca,
Suburban Knight,
Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Steve Hackett,
CMW,
10cc,
Babytalk,
Swell Maps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Associates,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.