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 Armenia and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sly & The Family Stone 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Red Krayola,
Niagra,
Camberwell Now,
KRS-One,
The Victims,
R.M.O.,
Robert Hood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Saints,
The United States of America,
Smog,
Ossler,
Skarface,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Stooges,
Darondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fall,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Fraelich,
Bronski Beat,
Urselle,
Whodini,
Isaac Hayes,
The Human League,
Oneida,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moleskins,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Residents,
Gichy Dan,
Tom Boy,
Todd Rundgren,
World's Most,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Mills,
June of 44,
Howard Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stetsasonic,
Rod Modell,
The Leaves,
Public Image Ltd.,
Procol Harum,
ABBA,
Funkadelic,
OOIOO,
Brick,
Leonard Cohen,
Q and Not U,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scratch Acid,
E-Dancer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Con Funk Shun,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.