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 Ecuador and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro 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 Urselle to the disco 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Basic Channel,
The Skatalites,
Ponytail,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shuggie Otis,
Wings,
Nico,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pylon,
The Moody Blues,
the Normal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxette,
Dawn Penn,
Infiniti,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ice-T,
Parry Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Certain Ratio,
Fad Gadget,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kaleidoscope,
The Residents,
Supertramp,
Animal Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Crispian St. Peters,
Danielle Patucci,
Unwound,
Neil Young,
Fluxion,
The Mojo Men,
Susan Cadogan,
Franke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Holt,
Reuben Wilson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kenny Larkin,
Harmonia,
Yaz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultravox,
Stetsasonic,
Lower 48,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oblivians,
Sister Nancy,
Connie Case,
Deadbeat,
Television Personalities,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.