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 Kenya and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Urselle to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Jacques Brel,
Cybotron,
Radio Birdman,
The Blackbyrds,
A Certain Ratio,
Kenny Larkin,
The Standells,
Index,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash,
The United States of America,
Joey Negro,
Goldenarms,
Das Ding,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q65,
The Stooges,
The Kinks,
E-Dancer,
Whodini,
Tommy Roe,
Roxy Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Hood,
Basic Channel,
Fluxion,
The Birthday Party,
Juan Atkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rotary Connection,
Sex Pistols,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Don Cherry,
Monks,
The Evens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slick Rick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ohio Players,
DNA,
The Cure,
Jerry's Kids,
Pylon,
Bronski Beat,
MC5,
The Mojo Men,
Metal Thangz,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Average White Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Quadrant,
Chris Corsano,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül II,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.