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 Philippines and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 The Searchers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Cecil Taylor,
Accadde A,
Scion,
Harmonia,
Flash Fearless,
Organ,
The Victims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Piero Umiliani,
Al Stewart,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Mills,
ABBA,
The Kinks,
Nico,
David Bowie,
Johnny Clarke,
the Normal,
Quadrant,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Beau Brummels,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Lynne,
Stiv Bators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare,
Lightning Bolt,
Quantec,
Nik Kershaw,
Mandrill,
Camouflage,
Make Up,
Mars,
CMW,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Con Funk Shun,
Underground Resistance,
Scrapy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Selecter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fall,
The Mojo Men,
the Human League,
R.M.O.,
The Count Five,
Howard Jones,
Ken Boothe,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Minor Threat,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Star Department,
Surgeon,
Hot Snakes,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.