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 Moldova and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 The Electric Prunes to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marmalade,
Ten City,
Faraquet,
Scan 7,
Aswad,
Brand Nubian,
Althea and Donna,
Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiohead,
Davy DMX,
Popol Vuh,
KRS-One,
The Pretty Things,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Wells,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter and Kerry,
Radio Birdman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Depeche Mode,
Kenny Larkin,
Funkadelic,
Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faust,
James White and The Blacks,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Icehouse,
The Moody Blues,
the Human League,
Groovy Waters,
Jacques Brel,
David Bowie,
Altered Images,
Hoover,
Sister Nancy,
The Gap Band,
Nirvana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
Ponytail,
John Lydon,
World's Most,
Mad Mike,
The Durutti Column,
Chris Corsano,
Ohio Players,
Grey Daturas,
Scientists,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Last Poets,
Darondo,
Grauzone,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.