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 Madagascar and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Marvin Gaye to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Ronan,
Bob Dylan,
Morten Harket,
The Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Skarface,
Outsiders,
Janne Schatter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
H. Thieme,
Darondo,
The Leaves,
Ludus,
Ornette Coleman,
Khruangbin,
CMW,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vladislav Delay,
Neu!,
The Last Poets,
Royal Trux,
Skaos,
Circle Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cal Tjader,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacques Brel,
The Gun Club,
Skriet,
Cheater Slicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
June of 44,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog,
Nico,
Nirvana,
The Trojans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joensuu 1685,
Maurizio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Junior Murvin,
Swell Maps,
The Birthday Party,
Sandy B,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Max Romeo,
David Axelrod,
Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.