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 Bolivia and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro 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 Hoover to the techno 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric B and Rakim,
Guru Guru,
Tim Buckley,
Letta Mbulu,
T. Rex,
The J.B.'s,
Piero Umiliani,
Iggy Pop,
The Kinks,
Pulsallama,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cal Tjader,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stetsasonic,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Copeland,
Scion,
The Smoke,
Section 25,
A Certain Ratio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vainqueur,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Malaria!,
Yellowson,
E-Dancer,
Rosa Yemen,
Japan,
Loose Ends,
Talk Talk,
the Bar-Kays,
Maurizio,
The Star Department,
Franke,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Can,
Todd Terry,
Reagan Youth,
Qualms,
Quando Quango,
Moby Grape,
Isaac Hayes,
The Velvet Underground,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
DNA,
K-Klass,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gladiators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Last Poets,
Kurtis Blow,
ABC,
Arthur Verocai,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.