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 Tonga and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Absolute Body Control,
Kenny Larkin,
Ten City,
Neu!,
the Human League,
Joyce Sims,
Jacques Brel,
Sixth Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scratch Acid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pagans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Dawn Penn,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Yaz,
MDC,
Josef K,
Adolescents,
The Human League,
AZ,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker,
Cecil Taylor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pere Ubu,
Ken Boothe,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül II,
Mandrill,
Iggy Pop,
Eve St. Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Music Machine,
The Toasters,
Icehouse,
OOIOO,
Procol Harum,
The Fuzztones,
Faust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Quantec,
the Slits,
The Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
The Young Rascals,
Hot Snakes,
Black Pus,
The Dead C,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Star Department,
Franke,
Half Japanese,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.