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 Honduras and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blake Baxter to the rap 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Silicon Teens,
Trumans Water,
Junior Murvin,
Flash Fearless,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Offenders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arab on Radar,
Iggy Pop,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sixth Finger,
Desert Stars,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Motions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
U.S. Maple,
Deepchord,
Johnny Clarke,
Michelle Simonal,
the Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
The Leaves,
Sam Rivers,
Harry Pussy,
John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Marvin Gaye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Teasers,
The Red Krayola,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Human League,
Subhumans,
Nils Olav,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Archie Shepp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The New Christs,
The Smoke,
Gang Starr,
Joey Negro,
The Slits,
Essential Logic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sällskapet,
Donald Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gabor Szabo,
The Toasters,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.