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 Andorra and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Duran Duran,
Thee Headcoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Style,
John Cale,
Subhumans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dark Day,
T.S.O.L.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jawbox,
Tears for Fears,
Babytalk,
Kurtis Blow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stiv Bators,
Susan Cadogan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sandy B,
Joe Finger,
Trumans Water,
The Index,
The Victims,
Faust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
F. McDonald,
Moebius,
The Monochrome Set,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slackers,
Minor Threat,
Joensuu 1685,
Franke,
The Blackbyrds,
U.S. Maple,
Mandrill,
Eli Mardock,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Raincoats,
Harmonia,
The Misunderstood,
Roxette,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moleskins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Hill,
The Angels of Light,
Masters at Work,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quando Quango,
John Foxx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zapp,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.