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 United Kingdom and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brass Construction to the grunge 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Maurizio,
The Slits,
Quadrant,
Schoolly D,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Khruangbin,
PIL,
Max Romeo,
Goldenarms,
Morten Harket,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ponytail,
Matthew Bourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Intrusion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deakin,
Aswad,
Saccharine Trust,
Fatback Band,
The Stooges,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Hill,
Minnie Riperton,
R.M.O.,
Peter & Gordon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tears for Fears,
ABBA,
John Lydon,
Ken Boothe,
Aaron Thompson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harmonia,
Roxy Music,
Urselle,
Susan Cadogan,
Basic Channel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Wells,
Hardrive,
Rufus Thomas,
UT,
Moebius,
Flipper,
Echospace,
Average White Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABC,
Brand Nubian,
Arthur Verocai,
Blancmange,
Delta 5,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.