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 Bhutan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro 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 Reuben Wilson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stiv Bators,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABC,
Donny Hathaway,
Dual Sessions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
One Last Wish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unrelated Segments,
Wally Richardson,
Erykah Badu,
Guru Guru,
The Offenders,
Ronnie Foster,
KRS-One,
Easy Going,
Bobby Sherman,
Hasil Adkins,
Quadrant,
Skaos,
Black Pus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Organ,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Copeland,
The Dirtbombs,
Sound Behaviour,
Model 500,
The Evens,
Cluster,
The Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neu!,
Kayak,
Gabor Szabo,
Malaria!,
Mark Hollis,
Subhumans,
New Age Steppers,
The Sonics,
Mad Mike,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Associates,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Motions,
Colin Newman,
U.S. Maple,
Black Bananas,
Simply Red,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sister Nancy,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.