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 Australia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Hardrive to the techno 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Minnie Riperton,
Arthur Verocai,
Soulsonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hoover,
Intrusion,
The Cure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
La Düsseldorf,
D'Angelo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry's Kids,
Ossler,
a-ha,
the Human League,
Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Sam Rivers,
Byron Stingily,
Flash Fearless,
Average White Band,
New Age Steppers,
Funkadelic,
The Last Poets,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed,
Hardrive,
Erykah Badu,
UT,
Porter Ricks,
The American Breed,
CMW,
Sixth Finger,
The Leaves,
Smog,
Unrelated Segments,
Schoolly D,
Scion,
Man Parrish,
Fat Boys,
John Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Audionom,
Godley & Creme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Altered Images,
Ronan,
Gang of Four,
Dawn Penn,
This Heat,
Scientists,
Aaron Thompson,
Colin Newman,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moody Blues,
Lower 48,
ABC,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.