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 Marshall Islands 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 One Last Wish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Happenings,
the Association,
Marvin Gaye,
The Toasters,
Rapeman,
MDC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slackers,
48th St. Collective,
Yazoo,
Livin' Joy,
Lyres,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
These Immortal Souls,
Sandy B,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Wells,
Man Eating Sloth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
China Crisis,
Man Parrish,
The Music Machine,
Henry Cow,
The Angels of Light,
Erykah Badu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Black Dice,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick May,
Josef K,
Slick Rick,
Arcadia,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Enemy,
The Invisible,
Mary Jane Girls,
Max Romeo,
The Selecter,
Gang of Four,
AZ,
Bang On A Can,
The Pretty Things,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed,
the Soft Cell,
Cymande,
The Remains,
Easy Going,
Aswad,
Black Moon,
The Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.