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 Solomon Islands and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stetsasonic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Amon Düül II,
Erykah Badu,
Negative Approach,
The Blues Magoos,
The Residents,
Ronnie Foster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Barracudas,
CMW,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cal Tjader,
Steve Hackett,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Swans,
Royal Trux,
EPMD,
Icehouse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Iggy Pop,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ice-T,
The Searchers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Desert Stars,
the Human League,
Average White Band,
T. Rex,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra,
Unwound,
Roxy Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
B.T. Express,
This Heat,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Rundgren,
48th St. Collective,
Skaos,
The Pop Group,
the Bar-Kays,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Yazoo,
Ultravox,
Warren Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Cymande,
Donny Hathaway,
Model 500,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Christie,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.