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 Zimbabwe and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Sex Pistols,
Parry Music,
Carl Craig,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unwound,
Isaac Hayes,
Sister Nancy,
Rod Modell,
The Tremeloes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cowsills,
T.S.O.L.,
The Remains,
Popol Vuh,
the Sonics,
Minutemen,
Banda Bassotti,
June Days,
DNA,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Moon,
Roxette,
The Smiths,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers,
the Germs,
Scientists,
The Standells,
Joe Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Ice-T,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Excepter,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oblivians,
Vainqueur,
Black Flag,
Wasted Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anthony Braxton,
Alice Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Joensuu 1685,
X-Ray Spex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Can,
Aural Exciters,
Max Romeo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rekid,
Mantronix,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siglo XX,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.