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 Liberia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vladislav Delay to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
T. Rex,
Deepchord,
The Doors,
The Searchers,
Crash Course in Science,
KRS-One,
The Golliwogs,
Yusef Lateef,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Suicide,
Pierre Henry,
Stetsasonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alice Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Hashim,
H. Thieme,
Stiv Bators,
Moby Grape,
Mantronix,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultravox,
Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barrington Levy,
Pole,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlback,
Duran Duran,
Los Fastidios,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neu!,
Sun Ra,
The Blues Magoos,
The American Breed,
Section 25,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nik Kershaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sound,
Camouflage,
Sex Pistols,
Jawbox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yaz,
Jandek,
Peter & Gordon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Görl,
The Fall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cameo,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.