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 Palau and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Alton Ellis to the punk 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Rites of Spring,
The Buckinghams,
Erykah Badu,
La Düsseldorf,
James White and The Blacks,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers,
Oblivians,
Minny Pops,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Make Up,
The Angels of Light,
the Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donald Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Green,
The Cowsills,
Stereo Dub,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Basic Channel,
Schoolly D,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hashim,
Saccharine Trust,
Masters at Work,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Skarface,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crash Course in Science,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alphaville,
Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Jacob Miller,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aswad,
Tres Demented,
Half Japanese,
China Crisis,
Charles Mingus,
The Black Dice,
Goldenarms,
The Names,
Alice Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Clear Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.