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 Malawi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Outsiders to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Depeche Mode,
Albert Ayler,
Boz Scaggs,
cv313,
Organ,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Misunderstood,
Warsaw,
The Gladiators,
A Certain Ratio,
The Walker Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Procol Harum,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Womack,
Mission of Burma,
L. Decosne,
Howard Jones,
John Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Derrick Morgan,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quantec,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Real Kids,
The Invisible,
Leonard Cohen,
Monolake,
Scrapy,
Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter & Gordon,
ABBA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dual Sessions,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Association,
Moby Grape,
Marine Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Searchers,
Fat Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Buckinghams,
Eli Mardock,
The Pop Group,
John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Brand Nubian,
the Germs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yaz,
The Cure,
Rufus Thomas,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.