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 South Sudan and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Liliput to the dance 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Litter,
Sixth Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television Personalities,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Wells,
Agitation Free,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Prince Buster,
Toni Rubio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Judy Mowatt,
X-102,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Misunderstood,
Babytalk,
Laurel Aitken,
Oblivians,
Ituana,
The Cowsills,
Warsaw,
Skriet,
Delta 5,
Radio Birdman,
The Slackers,
a-ha,
Tres Demented,
Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
EPMD,
Bauhaus,
Dark Day,
Dennis Brown,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bush Tetras,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Almond,
Slave,
Magma,
Loose Ends,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stockholm Monsters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Juan Atkins,
Harry Pussy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
Fugazi,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arcadia,
New Age Steppers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Junior Murvin,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.