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 Togo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Wyatt to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Slave,
Adolescents,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
cv313,
Hoover,
F. McDonald,
Lou Christie,
Harmonia,
Soul II Soul,
Quantec,
Sister Nancy,
Section 25,
Soulsonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bauhaus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Halsall,
Dual Sessions,
The Five Americans,
FM Einheit,
One Last Wish,
Suicide,
Nils Olav,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Finger,
Qualms,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Khruangbin,
Sam Rivers,
Lalann,
Robert Görl,
Malaria!,
Faust,
Erykah Badu,
Warsaw,
Fatback Band,
DJ Sneak,
Radio Birdman,
Livin' Joy,
The Move,
Depeche Mode,
The Mummies,
Chris Corsano,
The Modern Lovers,
The J.B.'s,
John Lydon,
In Retrospect,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Last Poets,
Skriet,
Minor Threat,
Minny Pops,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dead C,
Brass Construction,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Hill,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.