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 Morocco and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lungfish to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Black Flag,
New York Dolls,
The Cure,
The Dirtbombs,
The Residents,
Ituana,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Terry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Hill,
Joyce Sims,
Carl Craig,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultravox,
Alton Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Niagra,
Animal Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Saccharine Trust,
Boz Scaggs,
Gastr Del Sol,
K-Klass,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
The Raincoats,
Hashim,
New Age Steppers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ten City,
Joey Negro,
The Gories,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magma,
Tres Demented,
EPMD,
Ultra Naté,
Sarah Menescal,
Michelle Simonal,
The Leaves,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scion,
Brothers Johnson,
Tommy Roe,
Deepchord,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Scratch Acid,
Whodini,
The Buckinghams,
Nas,
Audionom,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.