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 Korea South and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
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 rhodes 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 Desert Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Scion,
DJ Sneak,
Terry Callier,
The Happenings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Man Eating Sloth,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlback,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vainqueur,
Easy Going,
Delta 5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Hill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blancmange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Youth Brigade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Infiniti,
Tears for Fears,
Au Pairs,
Erykah Badu,
The Kinks,
Organ,
Ken Boothe,
Slick Rick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sister Nancy,
Ludus,
Junior Murvin,
Saccharine Trust,
Zero Boys,
Alphaville,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Hood,
June of 44,
Audionom,
Sarah Menescal,
Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Dawn Penn,
Procol Harum,
The Fuzztones,
Eden Ahbez,
Section 25,
Donald Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fear,
The American Breed,
Idris Muhammad,
Popol Vuh,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alice Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gories,
Goldenarms,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.