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 Guatemala 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 the Fania All-Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
Lou Christie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bronski Beat,
Yaz,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Womack,
10cc,
Tres Demented,
Warren Ellis,
The Selecter,
Jacques Brel,
The Martian,
Ronan,
The Young Rascals,
Yellowson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ohio Players,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deepchord,
Massinfluence,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Panda Bear,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Index,
Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Anakelly,
David Axelrod,
Arab on Radar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kaleidoscope,
the Normal,
Joyce Sims,
Stereo Dub,
Minor Threat,
Deakin,
Matthew Halsall,
Dual Sessions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Human League,
Moby Grape,
Monolake,
Cecil Taylor,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nik Kershaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
kango's stein massive,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
Mad Mike,
Reuben Wilson,
New Age Steppers,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.