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 Togo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the disco 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Urselle,
Echospace,
The Slits,
Arcadia,
New Order,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Terry,
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
F. McDonald,
Jacob Miller,
Thompson Twins,
Fat Boys,
The Last Poets,
Intrusion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pretty Things,
10cc,
Supertramp,
the Swans,
The Gap Band,
Pagans,
The Monochrome Set,
The Angels of Light,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anakelly,
The Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
Albert Ayler,
Quando Quango,
Hashim,
Audionom,
the Association,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eurythmics,
Yaz,
Vainqueur,
Bluetip,
John Cale,
Bill Near,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sam Rivers,
Y Pants,
Ronan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Durutti Column,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mantronix,
The Cramps,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rites of Spring,
Marmalade,
The Real Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.