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 Bolivia and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter and Kerry,
Excepter,
Slave,
Q65,
Fluxion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gichy Dan,
The Raincoats,
Livin' Joy,
Television Personalities,
The Knickerbockers,
New Age Steppers,
The Mojo Men,
Brothers Johnson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sound Behaviour,
Stereo Dub,
Howard Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
The Selecter,
The Techniques,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Sheep,
The Moleskins,
Fad Gadget,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ludus,
Buzzcocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Teasers,
Duran Duran,
The Barracudas,
A Certain Ratio,
Newcleus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra,
Metal Thangz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Urselle,
Panda Bear,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cybotron,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Parry Music,
Judy Mowatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funkadelic,
Dead Boys,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.