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 India and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Quadrant to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
David Bowie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angry Samoans,
R.M.O.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Fraelich,
Patti Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kenny Larkin,
Tom Boy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Halsall,
Brick,
Chrome,
Judy Mowatt,
In Retrospect,
Accadde A,
Panda Bear,
Au Pairs,
Surgeon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television,
Loose Ends,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sam Rivers,
Mantronix,
Hardrive,
The American Breed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Duran Duran,
The Litter,
Chris Corsano,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dark Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Tres Demented,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dennis Brown,
Agitation Free,
Flamin' Groovies,
Circle Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronnie Foster,
Depeche Mode,
Sugar Minott,
Pierre Henry,
Rapeman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agent Orange,
Rotary Connection,
Simply Red,
The Count Five,
Faraquet,
Ponytail,
Jacques Brel,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.