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 Australia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Seeds to the rock 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Ultravox,
The Gap Band,
Sam Rivers,
Rites of Spring,
Black Pus,
Blancmange,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skaos,
Sixth Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric B and Rakim,
OOIOO,
JFA,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick May,
Banda Bassotti,
Section 25,
Aural Exciters,
The Zeros,
Stereo Dub,
the Association,
Dennis Brown,
the Normal,
Ice-T,
Bill Near,
Reagan Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harry Pussy,
Fluxion,
Fad Gadget,
David Bowie,
Pagans,
Tears for Fears,
Eden Ahbez,
Ten City,
The Human League,
Cybotron,
Graham Central Station,
Harmonia,
Eric Copeland,
CMW,
Whodini,
Pere Ubu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minnie Riperton,
The Tremeloes,
Sandy B,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Teasers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Rundgren,
X-Ray Spex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.