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 Gabon and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eli Mardock,
Q65,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smoke,
Piero Umiliani,
Kayak,
K-Klass,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultra Naté,
Dorothy Ashby,
This Heat,
Stetsasonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Names,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dead C,
Joe Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warsaw,
EPMD,
Khruangbin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crime,
Yusef Lateef,
Niagra,
The Happenings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blues Magoos,
Sugar Minott,
Yellowson,
Soulsonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Rosa Yemen,
Josef K,
Nick Fraelich,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tom Boy,
Judy Mowatt,
Althea and Donna,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Motorama,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronnie Foster,
Fluxion,
Soft Machine,
Interpol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Terry,
The Durutti Column,
Easy Going,
Crooked Eye,
Section 25,
The Young Rascals,
Monolake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.