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 Chad and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Erykah Badu to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Toni Rubio,
Pierre Henry,
Royal Trux,
The Residents,
Masters at Work,
Beasts of Bourbon,
R.M.O.,
Scratch Acid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Surgeon,
Marvin Gaye,
Swell Maps,
Second Layer,
Amazonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maleditus Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neu!,
Organ,
Stereo Dub,
Index,
Wire,
David Axelrod,
Sugar Minott,
Subhumans,
Nico,
Soft Machine,
Animal Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Colin Newman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Frankie Knuckles,
kango's stein massive,
Severed Heads,
Faraquet,
The Litter,
Japan,
LL Cool J,
Robert Görl,
Eve St. Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
X-101,
Heaven 17,
Darondo,
Average White Band,
The Monks,
Model 500,
Trumans Water,
Warsaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
The Barracudas,
Iggy Pop,
Barrington Levy,
The Real Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
Whodini,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.