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 Swaziland and from Salvador.
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 Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stereo Dub 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Organ,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
cv313,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Skatalites,
Derrick Morgan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
K-Klass,
Qualms,
Joy Division,
Juan Atkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-Ray Spex,
Scion,
Amazonics,
Mantronix,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Loose Ends,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Busters,
Ten City,
Avey Tare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alphaville,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Index,
MC5,
Grey Daturas,
Smog,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Underground Resistance,
Maurizio,
Glenn Branca,
Moebius,
June Days,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unrelated Segments,
Rekid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Certain Ratio,
Joey Negro,
Yaz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fad Gadget,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.