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 United Kingdom and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ronnie Foster to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Star Department,
ABC,
New Age Steppers,
Graham Central Station,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Scientists,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young,
Fat Boys,
K-Klass,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bronski Beat,
the Association,
Skaos,
John Coltrane,
The Gories,
Ken Boothe,
Marvin Gaye,
Stereo Dub,
Gang of Four,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brick,
Quando Quango,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Christie,
The Slackers,
Angry Samoans,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Five Americans,
T.S.O.L.,
Yazoo,
Jeff Lynne,
Goldenarms,
The Gap Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Symarip,
The Toasters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suburban Knight,
Heaven 17,
The Standells,
Unwound,
Funky Four + One,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smoke,
Warren Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
Jacques Brel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mummies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The J.B.'s,
Althea and Donna,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.