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 Ghana and from Cairo.
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 Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Johnny Osbourne to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cybotron,
Graham Central Station,
Roxette,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sound Behaviour,
A Certain Ratio,
Wasted Youth,
Maurizio,
Dave Gahan,
Alice Coltrane,
Little Man,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Royal Trux,
Terry Callier,
UT,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ten City,
The Red Krayola,
Nirvana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nas,
Tommy Roe,
Roxy Music,
Siglo XX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Anakelly,
Gang of Four,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masters at Work,
Ohio Players,
Hashim,
Slick Rick,
Grauzone,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Sonics,
Faust,
the Germs,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Fraelich,
Whodini,
Reuben Wilson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alison Limerick,
Josef K,
Derrick May,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
Shuggie Otis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cure,
The Victims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Archie Shepp,
Guru Guru,
Boz Scaggs,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.