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 Lithuania and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Grass Roots to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Inner City,
U.S. Maple,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Second Layer,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Cell,
Smog,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dead Boys,
Television Personalities,
Sound Behaviour,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blake Baxter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacob Miller,
The J.B.'s,
Aaron Thompson,
K-Klass,
Wings,
E-Dancer,
Peter & Gordon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unwound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Stooges,
Minny Pops,
Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Chrome,
June Days,
Brand Nubian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed,
Robert Görl,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Wake,
Sister Nancy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joy Division,
Roxette,
Mad Mike,
Moss Icon,
Royal Trux,
Moby Grape,
Camouflage,
Lindisfarne,
Ponytail,
Pantaleimon,
The Modern Lovers,
The Raincoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Enemy,
Skaos,
Thee Headcoats,
John Coltrane,
the Association,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.