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 Honduras and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Depeche Mode,
DNA,
Bob Dylan,
ABC,
Nirvana,
Moebius,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boredoms,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mummies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Sparks,
Joe Finger,
Surgeon,
X-102,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
AZ,
Con Funk Shun,
Urselle,
Infiniti,
Banda Bassotti,
Wasted Youth,
T. Rex,
China Crisis,
The Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Skaos,
Scan 7,
Barrington Levy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Talk Talk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
World's Most,
Johnny Osbourne,
The United States of America,
Khruangbin,
Section 25,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donald Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
10cc,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
Pantytec,
Tubeway Army,
Fat Boys,
Altered Images,
Lindisfarne,
Interpol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Groovy Waters,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.