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 Nepal and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Agitation Free,
Porter Ricks,
The Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
Gabor Szabo,
Franke,
MDC,
Whodini,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wasted Youth,
Scientists,
Letta Mbulu,
JFA,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
kango's stein massive,
Black Bananas,
Marmalade,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Clarke,
Japan,
Marc Almond,
The Kinks,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül,
48th St. Collective,
Interpol,
Toni Rubio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacques Brel,
Rapeman,
Skaos,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pretty Things,
Yellowson,
Thee Headcoats,
Mr. Review,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Finger,
The Techniques,
Pulsallama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neu!,
AZ,
Soft Machine,
The Mummies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scion,
Michelle Simonal,
Half Japanese,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mary Jane Girls,
World's Most,
The Saints,
Barrington Levy,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.