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 Libya and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 Index to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
Boredoms,
Half Japanese,
LL Cool J,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lakeside,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doors,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash,
These Immortal Souls,
Warsaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Motions,
Siglo XX,
The Slits,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Connie Case,
Black Bananas,
Quando Quango,
Harmonia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronan,
Quantec,
Anthony Braxton,
Bluetip,
Mark Hollis,
Erasure,
Man Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Vogues,
Arthur Verocai,
MDC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Junior Murvin,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Womack,
Lower 48,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moss Icon,
Chrome,
Dawn Penn,
Masters at Work,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smoke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mandrill,
Cal Tjader,
Dave Gahan,
Symarip,
Talk Talk,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.