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 Portugal and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Duran Duran to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Kayak,
The J.B.'s,
Severed Heads,
the Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kurtis Blow,
The Music Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Audionom,
Yaz,
Rapeman,
Susan Cadogan,
Motorama,
CMW,
Ten City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Sparks,
Bronski Beat,
The Buckinghams,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crash Course in Science,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minutemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tom Boy,
The Smiths,
Howard Jones,
R.M.O.,
The Techniques,
The Count Five,
Moby Grape,
Absolute Body Control,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skriet,
Panda Bear,
Swell Maps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultra Naté,
Buzzcocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Starr,
Animal Collective,
Surgeon,
Jacques Brel,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young,
The Leaves,
Crooked Eye,
KRS-One,
The Gories,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Enemy,
Byron Stingily,
The Residents,
Iggy Pop,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.