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 Argentina 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scion to the techno 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Trumans Water,
Scientists,
Visage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ossler,
The Selecter,
Dual Sessions,
Metal Thangz,
The Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Sheep,
Charles Mingus,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fall,
Nick Fraelich,
Lakeside,
Funky Four + One,
Steve Hackett,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
MDC,
Dave Gahan,
a-ha,
Prince Buster,
Gang Starr,
Pierre Henry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Second Layer,
The Last Poets,
Guru Guru,
Desert Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eddi Front,
Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
The United States of America,
Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Grass Roots,
Yaz,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantaleimon,
Sam Rivers,
The Count Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Yazoo,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Black Dice,
Reagan Youth,
Wasted Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.