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 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Holger Czukay 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 Rosa Yemen 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Lee Hazlewood,
Symarip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q and Not U,
The Tremeloes,
Young Marble Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Move,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mars,
a-ha,
June Days,
Scan 7,
New Order,
Kerri Chandler,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul II Soul,
The Blues Magoos,
The Beau Brummels,
Rites of Spring,
Slick Rick,
Swell Maps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry's Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ponytail,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Litter,
Ludus,
The Gladiators,
Graham Central Station,
In Retrospect,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hoover,
Television,
Connie Case,
Whodini,
Nick Fraelich,
Donald Byrd,
Cybotron,
Patti Smith,
Flipper,
Laurel Aitken,
Dave Gahan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Michelle Simonal,
B.T. Express,
Grey Daturas,
The Walker Brothers,
Franke,
Kaleidoscope,
Warsaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.