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 Angola and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Machine 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Raincoats,
Slick Rick,
Ultravox,
Dark Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erasure,
Charles Mingus,
Ten City,
Inner City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blossom Toes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Association,
Qualms,
Black Flag,
The Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Peter and Kerry,
Nirvana,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Wake,
Liliput,
Television Personalities,
Deadbeat,
Jacques Brel,
The Stooges,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Hill,
the Human League,
Basic Channel,
the Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alice Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick May,
Prince Buster,
The Walker Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
John Holt,
Todd Rundgren,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Half Japanese,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Human League,
The Seeds,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.