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 Slovakia and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Roxette to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Move,
Joe Finger,
ABBA,
Dark Day,
AZ,
Oblivians,
Youth Brigade,
Hashim,
The Cramps,
Susan Cadogan,
Ten City,
Newcleus,
Buzzcocks,
Main Source,
The Mojo Men,
Terry Callier,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
PIL,
Eurythmics,
Lakeside,
Brothers Johnson,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
Aural Exciters,
Outsiders,
Ultra Naté,
Rites of Spring,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker,
Kaleidoscope,
Guru Guru,
Rapeman,
Severed Heads,
Visage,
The Techniques,
Godley & Creme,
Toni Rubio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drive Like Jehu,
EPMD,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Style,
Crash Course in Science,
Faraquet,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Certain Ratio,
Heaven 17,
The Black Dice,
Siglo XX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
Mission of Burma,
Wire,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.