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 Ivory Coast and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
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 oboe 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 The Walker Brothers to the disco 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Black Sheep,
Toni Rubio,
Prince Buster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Raincoats,
Lalann,
Wire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonic Youth,
Fela Kuti,
The Star Department,
The Selecter,
Josef K,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suicide,
Negative Approach,
Maleditus Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Junior Murvin,
Procol Harum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marmalade,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Detroit Cobras,
David Axelrod,
Pantaleimon,
the Human League,
Franke,
Easy Going,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ten City,
Howard Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Nik Kershaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funky Four + One,
Sound Behaviour,
Agitation Free,
Blake Baxter,
Roxette,
Lyres,
The Happenings,
FM Einheit,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bronski Beat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
D'Angelo,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Sneak,
Spandau Ballet,
New Order,
Oneida,
Grey Daturas,
Underground Resistance,
Skaos,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.