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 Samoa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Guru Guru to the rap 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liliput,
John Cale,
The Associates,
Blancmange,
Second Layer,
Colin Newman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul II Soul,
Harmonia,
The Invisible,
Sixth Finger,
Malaria!,
Johnny Clarke,
The Golliwogs,
Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Aswad,
T. Rex,
the Swans,
Pulsallama,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rapeman,
Ice-T,
Theoretical Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mo-Dettes,
Juan Atkins,
Roger Hodgson,
Junior Murvin,
Von Mondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Charles Mingus,
Smog,
Lightning Bolt,
The Red Krayola,
K-Klass,
The Flesh Eaters,
Livin' Joy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Star Department,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers,
Simply Red,
Derrick Morgan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Sherman,
Underground Resistance,
John Foxx,
Robert Wyatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brass Construction,
The Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
Tears for Fears,
The Wake,
Don Cherry,
U.S. Maple,
Crash Course in Science,
Skriet,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.