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 Guyana and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 DJ Sneak to the techno 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Bobby Womack,
The Associates,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
Henry Cow,
Donald Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ken Boothe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Godley & Creme,
Sonic Youth,
Negative Approach,
John Cale,
The Names,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Animal Collective,
Sparks,
D'Angelo,
A Certain Ratio,
Stetsasonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Underground Resistance,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-102,
Rekid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxy Music,
Patti Smith,
Gang of Four,
Flipper,
Flash Fearless,
DNA,
Marmalade,
Ultravox,
Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Scan 7,
UT,
Can,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Techniques,
Nils Olav,
Chrome,
Sex Pistols,
Cybotron,
The Beau Brummels,
Alice Coltrane,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.