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 Fiji and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Smog 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Quantec,
Black Moon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Surgeon,
Yellowson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terrestrial Tones,
F. McDonald,
The Move,
Sex Pistols,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quadrant,
JFA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reagan Youth,
Man Parrish,
Erasure,
The Stooges,
Eden Ahbez,
Lower 48,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dead C,
Cybotron,
The Saints,
Crash Course in Science,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mark Hollis,
Michelle Simonal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Procol Harum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Archie Shepp,
Donny Hathaway,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
EPMD,
Guru Guru,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flipper,
The Names,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Los Fastidios,
the Fania All-Stars,
Motorama,
The Mummies,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slave,
Skarface,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ice-T,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.