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 Ghana and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rock 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Von Mondo,
The Martian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare,
Audionom,
The Cowsills,
cv313,
The Selecter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Star Department,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reagan Youth,
The Slackers,
New Order,
Delta 5,
Crash Course in Science,
Scratch Acid,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gun Club,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pretty Things,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Nils Olav,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lower 48,
The Victims,
Quantec,
Drexciya,
David Bowie,
Byron Stingily,
Massinfluence,
The Fall,
Can,
Lungfish,
the Germs,
The Angels of Light,
Fat Boys,
The Index,
Sun City Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skarface,
Pylon,
The Residents,
Hashim,
The Raincoats,
Procol Harum,
The Music Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alice Coltrane,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.