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 Palau and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Angels of Light to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker,
Max Romeo,
La Düsseldorf,
AZ,
T. Rex,
Lindisfarne,
Negative Approach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxette,
Drexciya,
Intrusion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Move,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Association,
Todd Rundgren,
Kevin Saunderson,
MDC,
Lucky Dragons,
Half Japanese,
The Selecter,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moleskins,
China Crisis,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Inner City,
Toni Rubio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
D'Angelo,
Babytalk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joey Negro,
Faraquet,
Ten City,
Lower 48,
Mission of Burma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rites of Spring,
U.S. Maple,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Copeland,
Dennis Brown,
June of 44,
The Music Machine,
Derrick May,
The Invisible,
Theoretical Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Womack,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.