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 Costa Rica 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sam Rivers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sonics,
Liliput,
Deepchord,
Bill Near,
Nik Kershaw,
Joey Negro,
a-ha,
Henry Cow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Almond,
Minor Threat,
The Remains,
Urselle,
Ultravox,
Fat Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bad Manners,
Delon & Dalcan,
Goldenarms,
Alphaville,
H. Thieme,
Deakin,
Kas Product,
Shuggie Otis,
The Last Poets,
Janne Schatter,
Radiopuhelimet,
T. Rex,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Normal,
Essential Logic,
Soft Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Negative Approach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thee Headcoats,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Bourne,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Music Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barrington Levy,
The Slackers,
The Gories,
Derrick Morgan,
Gichy Dan,
Smog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.