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 Bahamas and from London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David McCallum to the dance 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Oblivians,
Freddie Wadling,
Scan 7,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick May,
Hot Snakes,
Drexciya,
Gang Starr,
Stetsasonic,
Black Pus,
ABBA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Byrd,
Al Stewart,
Alice Coltrane,
The Human League,
The Invisible,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Juan Atkins,
Severed Heads,
Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ossler,
Supertramp,
Goldenarms,
Althea and Donna,
Ultravox,
Rufus Thomas,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Sneak,
ABC,
Jawbox,
FM Einheit,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Hill,
Lyres,
The Pretty Things,
Fatback Band,
K-Klass,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kurtis Blow,
Kenny Larkin,
Flipper,
Deadbeat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harry Pussy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Outsiders,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moby Grape,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quando Quango,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.