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 Kazakhstan and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Theoretical Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Underground Resistance,
Cluster,
Dual Sessions,
The Real Kids,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare,
Mad Mike,
Roxette,
Yellowson,
Sight & Sound,
Colin Newman,
The Red Krayola,
Metal Thangz,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Bourne,
The Searchers,
Au Pairs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Oneida,
Gichy Dan,
The Gap Band,
Pierre Henry,
This Heat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Raincoats,
New York Dolls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rotary Connection,
Jawbox,
10cc,
June of 44,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joy Division,
Alison Limerick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Music Machine,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nirvana,
New Age Steppers,
The Misunderstood,
Qualms,
Marc Almond,
Yazoo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doors,
Altered Images,
The Moleskins,
Mandrill,
Brick,
Ten City,
The Beau Brummels,
kango's stein massive,
Wally Richardson,
Byron Stingily,
Whodini,
the Swans,
Gang Starr,
the Normal,
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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.