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 Dominica and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Lightning Bolt to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moss Icon,
Make Up,
Sun City Girls,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Dolphy,
Motorama,
Delta 5,
The Move,
Al Stewart,
Hardrive,
Wire,
Fluxion,
Althea and Donna,
The Vogues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fear,
Rufus Thomas,
David Axelrod,
Marvin Gaye,
Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
Parry Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
KRS-One,
U.S. Maple,
Agitation Free,
Maurizio,
Negative Approach,
The Durutti Column,
Procol Harum,
Ice-T,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Names,
Harpers Bizarre,
The New Christs,
Sixth Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Eating Sloth,
LL Cool J,
Supertramp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry's Kids,
Henry Cow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
the Normal,
Laurel Aitken,
Aswad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.