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 St Lucia and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the funk 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Jeff Mills,
The Motions,
Outsiders,
Moby Grape,
the Fania All-Stars,
Connie Case,
Moss Icon,
Fluxion,
Saccharine Trust,
Niagra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash,
EPMD,
Infiniti,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Clear Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scan 7,
Rosa Yemen,
Scientists,
The Kinks,
David McCallum,
Cheater Slicks,
Rapeman,
Stiv Bators,
The Moody Blues,
Bush Tetras,
Eli Mardock,
Jacques Brel,
X-101,
Faust,
Hoover,
Jimmy McGriff,
Technova,
Minnie Riperton,
John Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
Flash Fearless,
The Selecter,
DJ Style,
Little Man,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Litter,
Shoche,
Tropical Tobacco,
LL Cool J,
Anakelly,
Bronski Beat,
The Cure,
Hashim,
Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Rod Modell,
Kas Product,
Sällskapet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.