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 New Zealand and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Sight & Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Darondo,
Marine Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moleskins,
Youth Brigade,
Faust,
Excepter,
Aswad,
The Black Dice,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joy Division,
Slave,
Yusef Lateef,
Joey Negro,
Prince Buster,
The Dead C,
Bob Dylan,
Rapeman,
Pulsallama,
Ultravox,
Gregory Isaacs,
Q and Not U,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Near,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fortunes,
DJ Sneak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ponytail,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lakeside,
Eli Mardock,
One Last Wish,
the Germs,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lebanon Hanover,
Babytalk,
L. Decosne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Byron Stingily,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gories,
Scrapy,
Matthew Halsall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Enemy,
The Names,
MC5,
Alice Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chrome,
Scan 7,
Bronski Beat,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.