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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Eden Ahbez to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Count Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Sneak,
Pere Ubu,
OOIOO,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül II,
Brothers Johnson,
Rites of Spring,
Joy Division,
Yaz,
The Happenings,
Rekid,
Young Marble Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
Tim Buckley,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bob Dylan,
The Birthday Party,
This Heat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slick Rick,
Los Fastidios,
E-Dancer,
Lower 48,
Brick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ituana,
The American Breed,
Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thompson Twins,
Model 500,
Kaleidoscope,
The Move,
Stereo Dub,
La Düsseldorf,
The Standells,
Eve St. Jones,
Gong,
Black Pus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Make Up,
Nik Kershaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Graham Central Station,
Slave,
Derrick May,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Residents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.