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 Peru and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Delon & Dalcan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Gong,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Style,
The Moleskins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Desert Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Sarah Menescal,
Fear,
Joey Negro,
The J.B.'s,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monolake,
The Toasters,
Brand Nubian,
Outsiders,
The Selecter,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker,
Charles Mingus,
Ice-T,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young,
Eddi Front,
Neu!,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalann,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
U.S. Maple,
China Crisis,
Lyres,
Scion,
Von Mondo,
Alison Limerick,
Babytalk,
Bauhaus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter and Kerry,
Harmonia,
The Gap Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers,
New York Dolls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minny Pops,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gabor Szabo,
Warren Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.