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 Tanzania and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Rakim to the techno 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aswad,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Sherman,
Letta Mbulu,
Q and Not U,
Jacob Miller,
Intrusion,
Porter Ricks,
D'Angelo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Terry,
The Black Dice,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hoover,
The Knickerbockers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Flag,
The Buckinghams,
H. Thieme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Saccharine Trust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aural Exciters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
MDC,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camouflage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siglo XX,
Moss Icon,
the Human League,
DJ Style,
The Music Machine,
Symarip,
Prince Buster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masters at Work,
The Smoke,
Little Man,
The Kinks,
Marvin Gaye,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-102,
Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Al Stewart,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nico,
Agent Orange,
the Fania All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.