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 Equatorial Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Iggy Pop to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Al Stewart,
Amazonics,
Bobby Womack,
Motorama,
The Busters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ohio Players,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Invisible,
The Gap Band,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare,
cv313,
Howard Jones,
Clear Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agitation Free,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Underground Resistance,
Bronski Beat,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Toasters,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacob Miller,
Marvin Gaye,
Scratch Acid,
Alice Coltrane,
Visage,
The Walker Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Can,
Godley & Creme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sarah Menescal,
Rakim,
The Zeros,
Make Up,
Connie Case,
Gang Starr,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wings,
Mantronix,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Byrd,
Chrome,
Excepter,
Masters at Work,
FM Einheit,
Mark Hollis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Half Japanese,
The Star Department,
The Tremeloes,
the Bar-Kays,
KRS-One,
Robert Wyatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Section 25,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.