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 Suriname and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soul II Soul to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül,
Mandrill,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy Collins,
Cymande,
Monks,
Scientists,
DNA,
Clear Light,
Motorama,
Juan Atkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Goldenarms,
Peter and Kerry,
Agent Orange,
Loose Ends,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Pus,
Agitation Free,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Copeland,
Arcadia,
Parry Music,
The Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
John Holt,
Sex Pistols,
Sam Rivers,
Yusef Lateef,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Bourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Dolphy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Massinfluence,
Funky Four + One,
Procol Harum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Q and Not U,
Ludus,
Sister Nancy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rotary Connection,
The Velvet Underground,
The American Breed,
Zapp,
Pierre Henry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amazonics,
Fear,
Bluetip,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.