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 Colombia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Ralphi Rosario to the electroclash 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Eve St. Jones,
Joey Negro,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bauhaus,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra,
Sam Rivers,
Wally Richardson,
Harry Pussy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Sister Nancy,
The Searchers,
Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Leaves,
a-ha,
Pere Ubu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Main Source,
Excepter,
Skarface,
Moss Icon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sixth Finger,
Bang On A Can,
D'Angelo,
Panda Bear,
Kaleidoscope,
Parry Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
UT,
Zapp,
Steve Hackett,
Brass Construction,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Music Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Radio Birdman,
The Buckinghams,
Lindisfarne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bush Tetras,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Hill,
Sex Pistols,
The Victims,
Charles Mingus,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Susan Cadogan,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.