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 Antigua and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mummies to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Ossler,
Tom Boy,
Guru Guru,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Sister Nancy,
Aaron Thompson,
Yusef Lateef,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sixth Finger,
The Motions,
the Human League,
Main Source,
K-Klass,
Deepchord,
Brand Nubian,
Camberwell Now,
New Order,
Moebius,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Infiniti,
Jandek,
The Mojo Men,
Iggy Pop,
Scientists,
David Bowie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Trumans Water,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kaleidoscope,
Niagra,
The J.B.'s,
Freddie Wadling,
Interpol,
Marvin Gaye,
Janne Schatter,
Talk Talk,
Parry Music,
Essential Logic,
Robert Görl,
The Litter,
Joyce Sims,
a-ha,
Neu!,
Grauzone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Dolphy,
The Toasters,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalann,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.