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 Spain and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Toni Rubio to the rap 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Fugazi,
Black Sheep,
the Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Blossom Toes,
The Moleskins,
The Martian,
Sun City Girls,
Zapp,
Robert Wyatt,
Magma,
The Gap Band,
Model 500,
Aural Exciters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heaven 17,
Groovy Waters,
cv313,
Iggy Pop,
Black Bananas,
Japan,
The Golliwogs,
One Last Wish,
Ludus,
The American Breed,
This Heat,
Urselle,
Cybotron,
Chris & Cosey,
Camouflage,
Morten Harket,
Nik Kershaw,
Pierre Henry,
PIL,
the Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Technova,
Q65,
Rites of Spring,
Agent Orange,
Steve Hackett,
Ice-T,
Tommy Roe,
The Grass Roots,
Audionom,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Prince Buster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Count Five,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalann,
Sun Ra,
Blake Baxter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hoover,
The Move,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.