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 Nigeria and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Tropical Tobacco to the electroclash 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Shuggie Otis,
a-ha,
The Slits,
The Trojans,
Cybotron,
cv313,
Amazonics,
The Music Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Gabor Szabo,
Pere Ubu,
Scratch Acid,
AZ,
K-Klass,
Lalann,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Smooth,
The Last Poets,
Piero Umiliani,
Mad Mike,
Index,
One Last Wish,
Jerry's Kids,
The Invisible,
The Zeros,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grey Daturas,
Arab on Radar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Albert Ayler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed,
Juan Atkins,
Quantec,
Sight & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mojo Men,
The Flesh Eaters,
Adolescents,
Nas,
The Cure,
Second Layer,
Cameo,
Barry Ungar,
E-Dancer,
David Axelrod,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Hill,
Sandy B,
Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
The Pretty Things,
The New Christs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.