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 Rwanda and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Ponytail to the rap 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Certain Ratio,
Colin Newman,
the Germs,
Bobby Sherman,
Josef K,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
a-ha,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Don Cherry,
New Age Steppers,
Byron Stingily,
Suburban Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharoah Sanders,
In Retrospect,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
Marine Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Flipper,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
World's Most,
Camouflage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Last Poets,
Harry Pussy,
Thee Headcoats,
Sight & Sound,
Black Moon,
Mantronix,
Quantec,
Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Seeds,
John Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Negative Approach,
The Divine Comedy,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doors,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Duran Duran,
Liliput,
CMW,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hasil Adkins,
Dennis Brown,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dead C,
Boz Scaggs,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.