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 Netherlands and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Marshall Jefferson to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Y Pants,
Godley & Creme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Saints,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cheater Slicks,
New Age Steppers,
Niagra,
Lungfish,
The J.B.'s,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
H. Thieme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ice-T,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fortunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Crime,
Derrick Morgan,
The Martian,
Deadbeat,
Minnie Riperton,
June of 44,
Moss Icon,
Maurizio,
Young Marble Giants,
Pere Ubu,
Bush Tetras,
Saccharine Trust,
Rites of Spring,
Magazine,
Black Moon,
X-101,
The Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Gang Dance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Sonics,
Mad Mike,
The Litter,
Fear,
Peter & Gordon,
Kaleidoscope,
Donald Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Jawbox,
the Swans,
Surgeon,
Peter and Kerry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yellowson,
Mr. Review,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.