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 Serbia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Chris & Cosey,
Bush Tetras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Dolphy,
Girls At Our Best!,
K-Klass,
Tropical Tobacco,
MDC,
Rosa Yemen,
Television,
Marmalade,
Section 25,
Skriet,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young,
Iggy Pop,
World's Most,
The Invisible,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Donny Hathaway,
Porter Ricks,
Sun City Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Desert Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
CMW,
John Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Piero Umiliani,
Arthur Verocai,
Lee Hazlewood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wally Richardson,
New York Dolls,
Sex Pistols,
Chris Corsano,
Q and Not U,
Excepter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Audionom,
Ultravox,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
June of 44,
The Move,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erasure,
David McCallum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Raincoats,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül,
The Doobie Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Sneak,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.