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 Czech Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Pantytec to the electroclash 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Hoover,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
T. Rex,
kango's stein massive,
Amazonics,
John Lydon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Technova,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
LL Cool J,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacob Miller,
Rakim,
Shoche,
Sun Ra,
Deepchord,
Cluster,
Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
UT,
Hot Snakes,
X-101,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers,
B.T. Express,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Clarke,
Silicon Teens,
Q65,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Magma,
Unrelated Segments,
Thee Headcoats,
Alton Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Byrd,
Harmonia,
Sound Behaviour,
Panda Bear,
Lindisfarne,
Babytalk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerri Chandler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rotary Connection,
Minnie Riperton,
U.S. Maple,
The Zeros,
Lucky Dragons,
The Offenders,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
This Heat,
Absolute Body Control,
Kurtis Blow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mantronix,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.