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 Nepal and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pole to the funk 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Deepchord,
The Moody Blues,
Swell Maps,
The Angels of Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultravox,
Bobby Womack,
Darondo,
Albert Ayler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barrington Levy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mark Hollis,
Alton Ellis,
PIL,
Ohio Players,
Hoover,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Association,
Bauhaus,
The Smiths,
Prince Buster,
New York Dolls,
Erasure,
The Martian,
Intrusion,
The Techniques,
Visage,
Half Japanese,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blake Baxter,
Lee Hazlewood,
kango's stein massive,
Funky Four + One,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultra Naté,
The Pretty Things,
Joey Negro,
Rosa Yemen,
the Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Infiniti,
Shoche,
Graham Central Station,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Kinks,
The Misunderstood,
X-102,
Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
The Dead C,
Sandy B,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Victims,
Black Pus,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.