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 Micronesia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
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 clarinet 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 Dennis Brown to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Electric Prunes,
Franke,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Hill,
The Vogues,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Busters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Charles Mingus,
Lakeside,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bluetip,
Jerry's Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Con Funk Shun,
Eden Ahbez,
Blossom Toes,
Smog,
Marc Almond,
Unrelated Segments,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Association,
John Lydon,
Simply Red,
The Monochrome Set,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Young Rascals,
Marine Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Altered Images,
Tres Demented,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter and Kerry,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Lynne,
PIL,
Ossler,
The Move,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
FM Einheit,
These Immortal Souls,
Aural Exciters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jawbox,
Von Mondo,
The Trojans,
Joyce Sims,
Ultravox,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.