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 Latvia and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Sonics,
The Remains,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Terry,
EPMD,
Skarface,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ice-T,
Harpers Bizarre,
OOIOO,
Sparks,
Nick Fraelich,
Dual Sessions,
The Fuzztones,
Magma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül II,
Ossler,
Lyres,
Simply Red,
Desert Stars,
JFA,
Sällskapet,
The Mojo Men,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter and Kerry,
Steve Hackett,
The Buckinghams,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
kango's stein massive,
Nico,
Bang On A Can,
Blancmange,
Zapp,
Dead Boys,
The Pop Group,
Alton Ellis,
The Selecter,
The Dead C,
Rotary Connection,
Monolake,
Flash Fearless,
Model 500,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Copeland,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Zero Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kevin Saunderson,
Newcleus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grey Daturas,
Aloha Tigers,
Don Cherry,
Panda Bear,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.