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 Greece and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Circle Jerks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The American Breed,
Babytalk,
Television,
Leonard Cohen,
Harpers Bizarre,
China Crisis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joyce Sims,
Nico,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mission of Burma,
Goldenarms,
The Litter,
Quadrant,
Pierre Henry,
The Pretty Things,
Trumans Water,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maleditus Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blake Baxter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sam Rivers,
Chris Corsano,
Depeche Mode,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visage,
Main Source,
Zapp,
48th St. Collective,
The Residents,
The Motions,
Public Enemy,
Hashim,
X-102,
Pantytec,
Man Parrish,
Rod Modell,
The Gun Club,
Morten Harket,
Bad Manners,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ornette Coleman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Green,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fugazi,
The Doobie Brothers,
David McCallum,
X-101,
Black Bananas,
the Human League,
Drexciya,
DNA,
the Normal,
Japan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang On A Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.